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"I hope your employer makes haste, or he may find my attention elsewhere occupied."

Dorian shifted his attention between the Demoness and Kelthia, taking long drams of his gin. His trust of the Demons was marginal, and he felt he needed a buffer in the form of someone with a reputation. He might even make a confidant of the Succubus, but he knew that was risky, too. Houses of ill repute were no place to set one's trust, Mamono or otherwise.

One on one with Kelthia could be productive. Fruitful, even, if he could dig deep enough. He might stay two nights. Maybe not.

"It doesn't become you to think so little of affection," Dorian says with a lilt in his voice, pointing casually to Imperia with his hand holding the glass. He stroked Kelthia with the other. "You ought to give credit where credit is due. These lovely ladies of the night are able to bring in women and give them a chance at happiness.  Isn't that right, my pet?  And you are my pet, you know." He casts a look and a grin at Kelthia.