( admittedly: the look suits dorian. nightingale's gaze lingers for a moment on the naked chest and the long legs before it fixes very firmly on dorian's face. they have been — flirting? is that what that is? — but there are still lines nightingale doesn't cross unprompted. admissions of want, however, subtle, included.
he looks down at himself. back at dorian. )
I could roll up the sleeves? ( he thinks he's being funny. look at the way the corners of his mouth curl a little. )
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he looks down at himself. back at dorian. )
I could roll up the sleeves? ( he thinks he's being funny. look at the way the corners of his mouth curl a little. )