Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-28358106-20200330033011

Dorian continues to peel the orange, his fingers pulling the rind. As he does so, he seems to get frustrated, and pulls out his dirk, working the fruit. It dribbles a little juice, and he takes a piece of paper from his pocket. He wipes the blade clean on it, tracing the tip of the blade on the paper in a pattern. He speaks as he finishes.

"This Dean, what dealings have you had with him of late? Does he employ a secretary, to your knowledge?"

He stops as he looks up and, seeing Imperia taking off her accessories, waves his hand. "Wait. No sense in going into this with bad breath, hmm?"

With a lax smile, he leans forward and offers her half of the orange. As he does so, he also holds out the paper, seemingly for her to eat it off of, but the paper hovers momentarily too close to a candle. It catches fire and burns quickly, but Imperia can see that the heat causes a visible message to burn on the surface for a split second before the whole paper is ash:

SPIES, ROOM?

"Damnation! Bugger it!" Dorian takes off a glove and slaps the small flames out. "Careless of me. Too much gin too early in the evening, perhaps." He scoops up the charred fragments.