[ Dorian slips an arm under Orym’s head and shoulders, making it easier to wrap both arms around him. It really does feel nice, just lying here together like this.

He really shouldn’t be getting so used to it…but oh is it difficult not to.

He hesitates a moment though, at Orym’s soft admittance. He wants to ask a little about his past, about how he ended up working in a place like this. But that seems like too personal information to ask about after just a second meeting, especially since he wouldn’t want to be asked those same questions. So he thinks about how to maybe ease into those topics instead. ]

Well, um…oh. I saw you dancing on stage earlier. You were incredibly graceful. Where did you learn to dance like that?