[ Dorian admits to considerable curiosity, at the invitation. He is, at this point, accustomed to Emmrich's gentle rejection of his flirtations, and doesn't take it personally-- so it's a pleasant surprise that they're skirting around something, though Dorian couldn't say what exactly that something is.
Perhaps their tea date will be illuminating, or at the very least stimulating. He arrives fashionably late, after freshening up, still favoring oversized knits with taupe leather in the early spring chill.
Sliding into his seat across from Emmrich, and offering a congenial smile, ]
This is a quaint little spot, isn't it? [ His gaze sweeping the menu, and the jars of herbs covering the counter, ] I don't suppose they have anything harder than tea.
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Perhaps their tea date will be illuminating, or at the very least stimulating. He arrives fashionably late, after freshening up, still favoring oversized knits with taupe leather in the early spring chill.
Sliding into his seat across from Emmrich, and offering a congenial smile, ]
This is a quaint little spot, isn't it? [ His gaze sweeping the menu, and the jars of herbs covering the counter, ] I don't suppose they have anything harder than tea.