[As tired as he is, part of him still starts to wake up as Larus pressing himself against him. Dorian gives himself the indulgence of slipping a hand down the length of the vampire's spine. Holding him close.

When Larus gives his consent, his fingers press into the small of the vampire's back. He doesn't smile, exactly, but it is satisfying.]

We can figure something out, I'm sure.

[Equality seems like a pipe dream that the city itself won't allow, but somehow managing it in private feels more likely. Dorian doesn't particularly care about that aspect when he's planning on being in a position where he's rolling in money soon enough, but it's clear that it's important to Larus.

To his submissive.

It's still a bizarre thought, and one he doesn't see feeling more customary for a while-- bizarre, but not unpleasant.]

Let's talk terms once we've both rested and we're in a good place for it. [At that thought, Dorian picks up a rose-scented bar of soap from its perch and begins scrubbing his wrist of the dried blood still stubbornly clinging to it.] Neither of us is in a rush to stay out of city's clutches, so we have time to make sure our contract is structured exactly as each of us wants.