[Ory arches towards that touch, like some magnet behind his chest is drawn to those gentle hands. This man can play him as expertly as any instrument, and Orym's body and the halfling himself have learned to sing for Dorian.
The words draw the start of a blush rising in his face. Somehow those words do make him feel shy, more so when Dorian says them, like he means them. He busies himself with undoing Dorian's shirt.]
You really think so...
[He murmurs softly.]
And what about you? [Now that Dorian's shirt is open, he lets his fingertips drag down the center of his chest.] Ever since that first night I saw you, can't take my eyes off you.
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The words draw the start of a blush rising in his face. Somehow those words do make him feel shy, more so when Dorian says them, like he means them. He busies himself with undoing Dorian's shirt.]
You really think so...
[He murmurs softly.]
And what about you? [Now that Dorian's shirt is open, he lets his fingertips drag down the center of his chest.] Ever since that first night I saw you, can't take my eyes off you.