And deny you the chance of mounting me above your hearth? I'd make for such lovely decoration.
[ Dorian's stare is bright and clear, his temper more the clean flash of electricity he so favours in contrast to Stannis's more smouldery anger simmering away behind his face. Dorian looks the rough southern man up and down just once, in a split-second flick of eyeline.
The curl of mustache twitches along with a more crooked smile. ]
But you've yet to disabuse me of the notion that you're more than a blunt instrument. Who wields you, I wonder? The Order failed, the Circles collapsed, and here you are, swinging about for something to strike. If I'm such a danger, why wait?
no subject
[ Dorian's stare is bright and clear, his temper more the clean flash of electricity he so favours in contrast to Stannis's more smouldery anger simmering away behind his face. Dorian looks the rough southern man up and down just once, in a split-second flick of eyeline.
The curl of mustache twitches along with a more crooked smile. ]
But you've yet to disabuse me of the notion that you're more than a blunt instrument. Who wields you, I wonder? The Order failed, the Circles collapsed, and here you are, swinging about for something to strike. If I'm such a danger, why wait?