[ ooc ; blows the dust off this. if it's too old for u lmk we can do a new thing. apologies i lost it in my tag system. ]

Not our dear Lace Harding, surely. [ Dorian hovers his hand hand out a little further, but not towards Bruce. His reprimanding tone is too rich in teasing to be at all sincere, not in reprimand or in this being new information to him. ] You cad.

[ With a beckoning curl of his fingers, the shattered glass lifts in the air, and in time with Dorian's hand curling into a fist, there's the sound of glass cracking, splintering, musical like an out of tune harpsichord.

In a few seconds, all that's left is a fine misting of dust, which is easily dispersed. ]

I'm not one for magical reparation, [ he says, slightly apologetically. ] But when it comes to breaking things, I'm exceptional. Wine?