Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-28358106-20200329030959

With the women gone from the room, the change in Dorian's demeanor changes drastically. He goes from warm congeniality to glacial professionalism as he sits back down in his chair, his smile gone, his attention rapt. It's the bearing of a man who has a great many tools to get exactly what he wants, and knows endless ways to use them.

And it isn't with a little annoyance that he picks his glass back up and drains it again. Familiarity used as a means of control was one thing, but having his first name used so casually was gratingly unprofessional. He hides it, however.

"Then know, Alaric, that I do not debase myself with torture or murder. It is beneath me." His calculating eyes remain on the other man.