[Her admiration is flattering, and he likes it. It's distantly ironic, too, but it does fit the parts of himself that he's been invested in showing her. Overall, it suits him and the relationship he'd like to cultivate with her.]
I like you, too. [He drops it out directly and simply, with a smile. Because that's what she's saying, he thinks?
None of this is going to involve a sudden jumping into what's been laid out on the table between them, but the winding towards it will be enjoyable. He doesn't mind talking first, and enjoying those thoughts she has and the earnest ways she expresses such things. Building more rapport.] You're smart, unlike other people, willing to step outside the restrictions of your age, and whatever I have said before, you're brave-- you wouldn't be sitting here if you weren't.
[He can't resist touching, though, not when they're sitting next to each other. Dorian reaches out to thumb at her cheek, indulging in the moment of intimacy, and appreciating her pretty face. If she doesn't react with a jumping of nerves or refuse it, he'll let his fingers slip into the soft, curly hair hanging by her cheek.]
What I think in this case, is that I'd enjoy doing this with you, but that there's no need to throw ourselves fully into the city's excesses yet, if it's a bit much. [Frankly:] My thinking about you, or what we've shared so far, won't be different either way.
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I like you, too. [He drops it out directly and simply, with a smile. Because that's what she's saying, he thinks?
None of this is going to involve a sudden jumping into what's been laid out on the table between them, but the winding towards it will be enjoyable. He doesn't mind talking first, and enjoying those thoughts she has and the earnest ways she expresses such things. Building more rapport.] You're smart, unlike other people, willing to step outside the restrictions of your age, and whatever I have said before, you're brave-- you wouldn't be sitting here if you weren't.
[He can't resist touching, though, not when they're sitting next to each other. Dorian reaches out to thumb at her cheek, indulging in the moment of intimacy, and appreciating her pretty face. If she doesn't react with a jumping of nerves or refuse it, he'll let his fingers slip into the soft, curly hair hanging by her cheek.]
What I think in this case, is that I'd enjoy doing this with you, but that there's no need to throw ourselves fully into the city's excesses yet, if it's a bit much. [Frankly:] My thinking about you, or what we've shared so far, won't be different either way.