[Orym looks it over. His knowledge of music is rudimentary at best, but he's certain it will be beautiful. And more important than that, Dorian wrote it for him, was thinking of him even outside the walls of the brothel, and this is proof.
He looks from the sheet back to Dorian with a smile that looks almost awed.]
I can't wait to hear it... and to dance to it.
[But he also notices that flush and the way that Dorian is avoiding his gaze. Hmm. He sets the sheet music aside on the table, making sure it'll be safe there, before he scoots closer in Dorians lap and kisses at his cheek, nuzzling there.]
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He looks from the sheet back to Dorian with a smile that looks almost awed.]
I can't wait to hear it... and to dance to it.
[But he also notices that flush and the way that Dorian is avoiding his gaze. Hmm. He sets the sheet music aside on the table, making sure it'll be safe there, before he scoots closer in Dorians lap and kisses at his cheek, nuzzling there.]
What've you got there, Dorian?