[She is a better person than she gives herself credit for, Dorian thinks—kinder, sweeter, more sensitive. More easily injured, perhaps, but such things are neither for Dorian to declare nor test. He has no wish to.] It is a good philosophy to follow.
Is there a time or place I ought to meet you? [He half-smiles.] Under the light of the full moon, where three roads meet, perhaps?
[She snorts] Actually, we are more powerful under the full moon, but this isn't that kind of power. [It's the antithesis, actually, but she's not going to mention that the source of this particular ability is the root of all evil]
My suite is fine! Whenever you're ready, it won't take too long.
[Unaware, he gives her one more pretty, reassuring smile. Grateful, kind—something to let her know how much this means to him. How much he appreciates her.] Give me an hour and I'll be there.
private;
Is there a time or place I ought to meet you? [He half-smiles.] Under the light of the full moon, where three roads meet, perhaps?
private;
My suite is fine! Whenever you're ready, it won't take too long.
private;
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