(that someone would even think of him slightly in the way of slumming around and aiding to a rebellious streak, he might laugh. and feel a little proud, or something like it, anyway. but, no, he'd never admit to being someone to look at. get real. maybe when he was younger, but certainly not now, not after living through what he's lived through.
dorian, though. well, everyone including the man himself knows he's good looking. so much so that alistair wonders what he's doing with someone like him. but, he's not going to look this gift horse in the mouth.
he takes the glass, his fingers curling around the stem of the glass and nearly knocking it over in the process at dorian's question. an awkward, almost hysterical sounding laugh bubbles up and he shakes his head. as if that would ever be a worry.)
There isn't— no— I don't— (how charming to stutter like a blushing child. a breath through his nose and he downs what's in the glass instantly.) Nothing like that. No one wants a man on a time limit.
(he leans down to root around in his pack and drops the cheese on the table, breaking off a piece after unwrapping and stuffing that in his mouth.)
You really weren't kidding about the cheese. [ It's an impressive wedge. Thankfully not smelly. Dorian beckons the barkeep over again, for some bread and a knife, because he needs to eat his share with some degree of civility.
The barkeep refills Alistair's empty glass while she's there, and Dorian takes the cue to take more generous sips of his own. It's not terrible, and it's less-watered down than the last bottle he bought here - someone's been appreciating his tips. ]
Oh, you'd be surprised by how many people want nothing more than a man on a time limit. [ Dorian folds his hands in his lap, leaning back in his chair to look Alistair over properly. ] Something about the urgency of it all. Gets the blood pumping.
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dorian, though. well, everyone including the man himself knows he's good looking. so much so that alistair wonders what he's doing with someone like him. but, he's not going to look this gift horse in the mouth.
he takes the glass, his fingers curling around the stem of the glass and nearly knocking it over in the process at dorian's question. an awkward, almost hysterical sounding laugh bubbles up and he shakes his head. as if that would ever be a worry.)
There isn't— no— I don't— (how charming to stutter like a blushing child. a breath through his nose and he downs what's in the glass instantly.) Nothing like that. No one wants a man on a time limit.
(he leans down to root around in his pack and drops the cheese on the table, breaking off a piece after unwrapping and stuffing that in his mouth.)
No, it's dreadfully boring Warden business.
no worries, same here!
The barkeep refills Alistair's empty glass while she's there, and Dorian takes the cue to take more generous sips of his own. It's not terrible, and it's less-watered down than the last bottle he bought here - someone's been appreciating his tips. ]
Oh, you'd be surprised by how many people want nothing more than a man on a time limit. [ Dorian folds his hands in his lap, leaning back in his chair to look Alistair over properly. ] Something about the urgency of it all. Gets the blood pumping.
Bore me, if you want to offload. I'm all ears.