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[fantachetic]

The vessel is far less important than its contents, so long as it serves the same purpose, I assure you.

[ He takes the bottle, his fingers brushing Cyril's deliberately, though Dorian makes it appear as if it were accidental. Busying himself with opening the wine, he slides over to make room, should Cyril decide to sit next to him as opposed to at the desk. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril's fingers tingle at the touch in a way he's not entirely familiar with. He's been around men he's found attractive before, plenty of times, but for some reason with Dorian it always feels new.

He forces himself to put that thought away. This isn't the man who knows him. This is someone new. Somehow, thinking of it that way makes everything easier. He knows how to interact with someone new, someone he just met here in this Fleet.

So he settles by Dorian and watches him work with interest, taking in the graceful way he carries himself.

When he speaks his voice is low and dripping with innuendo.]

I don't know. There is something to be said for beautiful packaging.

[fantachetic]

[ Flirting is such an easy solution to a situation, but with those he's supposed to be familiar with yet isn't, it feels a bit like he's caught in a free fall. Once he's gotten the wine poured into two glasses, he sets the bottle on the nightstand and holds a glass out to Cyril. ]

All that is beautiful upon the outside must be just as desirable on the inside?

[samahl]

A valid point. [Cyril replies, with a smile.]

If the wine is disgusting, even the finest crystal wouldn't save it. The question then becomes, do you like the wine?

[fantachetic]

My dear Cyril, the more vile the wine, the more Southern its vintage. One is not meant to enjoy what is supposed to be consumed in large quantities. As opposed to a fine Antivan wine, which is meant to be savored.

[ Dorian makes a show of raising his glass in cheers before taking a sip. As far as wines go, it's not terrible, thank the Maker for small mercies. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril chuckles as he sips at his own glass at least doesn't seem totally disappointed.

He finds he likes Dorian saying his given name. It's strange to think he hasn't heard that as much as other titles.]

Suddenly I wish I could spend more time in Antiva.

[fantachetic]

Perhaps when all of this is over, we should ensure that you do. I would say to consider it incentive for defeating Corypheus, but you've already done that.

[ It's true that he doesn't use Cyril's name often, but it's more due to them being less familiar than he wishes them to be. ]

[samahl]

Perhaps I should consider it my reward then.

[Honestly, he might actually prefer being called by his given name. It helps set this Dorian apart from the one back home.]

[fantachetic]

If anyone is deserving of a vacation, that would be you.

[ Leilani dislikes it when Dorian calls her Inquisitor, so he's at least trying to extend the same courtesy to Cyril. ]

[samahl]

The same as any of the other Inquisitors who happen to be out there.

[He adds, a bit teasingly.]

Maybe I can convince Leilani to go on a vacation with me.

[fantachetic]

I'm certain the two of you would have a marvelous time. Both of your presences are quite endearing.

[ He can only imagine how it would go down. ]

[samahl]

You are too kind, my friend. I can at least confirm that is accurate for her.

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian waves a hand dismissively. ]
I've been around you to know enough that it applies to you, as well.

[samahl]

[He grins at that compliment, even though Dorian is waving it away.]

And yet another valid point.

[He pauses to sip the wine, and then changes the subject slightly.]

If you could go on vacation anywhere, where would it be?

[fantachetic]

[ Dorian is a bit surprised by the question, though he does take a few moments to consider it, looking at his wine as if it holds his answer. ]

Rivain. It's some place I've yet to travel. Somewhere along the Rialto Bay, perhaps..

[samahl]

I would love to see more of Thedas. Rivain, Antiva, even Tevinter.

Though I suppose I'll see it soon enough.

[fantachetic]

Should you decide to visit Tevinter, I will have to insist upon being your guide.

[samahl]

[Cyril chuckles gently and then leans against Dorian a bit, nudging him very lightly. He doesn't want to jostle him so it's mostly just a sign of affection.]

I'm sure I'll happily stay with you. At least it would be a pleasure to see your face every day.

[fantachetic]

[ It's certainly a sign of affection, and if Dorian leans into the nudge just a bit, he deigns to ignore it. He huffs lightly in mock indignation. ]

And why wouldn't it be? It is quite the sight to behold, after all.

[samahl]

You've been making one valid point after another, Dorian. It is indeed. Perhaps one of the best faces I've ever seen.

[fantachetic]

I've been working on it for quite some time. [ He absolutely preens, taking another drink from his glass. ]

I am in good company in that respect.

[samahl]

It's good to know that we appreciate each other's faces. I wouldn't mind appreciating more of you.

[fantachetic]

Where would you like to start?

[ Bold, surely, but he's a very selfish man who has no qualms with being worshiped. ]

[samahl]

[Cyril lets his gaze move over Dorian's body rather openly.]

Let me answer that with a question: Where would you be willing to let me start?

[fantachetic]

[ Leaning closer to Cyril, he speaks lowly into his ear. ]

Consider me at the Inquisitor's mercy.