[Dorian hasn't really slept; his alcohol has all been thrown out, he's under house arrest, and he hasn't had anything to read, but that's all right. His own thoughts make terrible company, but he feels that he's invited this on himself. May as well allow them to stay.
When Luke comes in, he sits up, combs a finger through his hair to look presentable. He looks much, much less put together than he ordinarily would, with his kohl smudged and his mustache not waxed into place, but he still cares enough about his dignity to do that much. It would be a shame if Luke was here to kill him and he left an unsightly corpse.]
Really? I have to admit, I'm surprised by all of this.
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When Luke comes in, he sits up, combs a finger through his hair to look presentable. He looks much, much less put together than he ordinarily would, with his kohl smudged and his mustache not waxed into place, but he still cares enough about his dignity to do that much. It would be a shame if Luke was here to kill him and he left an unsightly corpse.]
Really? I have to admit, I'm surprised by all of this.