[As his order of wine was never actually ordered when their kind waiter, obviously well compensated, or at least very good at his craft, arrives at the table, Dorian finally requests that bottle of red, "the good stuff", he reiterates, then suggests the rest will need a moment before turning back to his unlikely dinner date.
Date. Dorian realizes, quickly, he's never actually had one of those. Oh, certainly, his father had seen to it he'd spent a dinner or ten with his betrothed, but that ended rather abruptly when Dorian had informed his father under no circumstances did he have any intention of entering into an arranged marriage with such a boorish woman or a woman at all. They were, after all, beautiful beyond measure but...not for him, and if they were it would not be that one.]
Honestly, I'm not sure. "Francisco" is a common enough name in Antiva, a nation on my homeworld, and I simply assume...I knew a man from Antiva once named Franchez...and possibly... [He shakes his head.] Regardless, I digress. [But that stammer of his, and the clothing...though he was reminded of a certain hulking lummox of a man from back home as well, who looked horribly out of place in any sort of shirt, let alone one considered fashionable. That one, though, didn't stumble over himself quite as adorable as this one seemed to. That was endearing...and dangerous.]
Are you so lonely, then, that Cisco would see fit to trick an innocent bystander into sharing your company for the evening? You don't seem overly distraught, but I suppose you could be a good actor. [He stroked the tuft of hair on his chin thoughtfully.] What is it you do, anyway, Magnus? That is the sort of talk in which we're to engage if this is to be a proper date, isn't it?
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Date. Dorian realizes, quickly, he's never actually had one of those. Oh, certainly, his father had seen to it he'd spent a dinner or ten with his betrothed, but that ended rather abruptly when Dorian had informed his father under no circumstances did he have any intention of entering into an arranged marriage with such a boorish woman or a woman at all. They were, after all, beautiful beyond measure but...not for him, and if they were it would not be that one.]
Honestly, I'm not sure. "Francisco" is a common enough name in Antiva, a nation on my homeworld, and I simply assume...I knew a man from Antiva once named Franchez...and possibly... [He shakes his head.] Regardless, I digress. [But that stammer of his, and the clothing...though he was reminded of a certain hulking lummox of a man from back home as well, who looked horribly out of place in any sort of shirt, let alone one considered fashionable. That one, though, didn't stumble over himself quite as adorable as this one seemed to. That was endearing...and dangerous.]
Are you so lonely, then, that Cisco would see fit to trick an innocent bystander into sharing your company for the evening? You don't seem overly distraught, but I suppose you could be a good actor. [He stroked the tuft of hair on his chin thoughtfully.] What is it you do, anyway, Magnus? That is the sort of talk in which we're to engage if this is to be a proper date, isn't it?