Dorian leans back, only just enough to lend support, as opposed to push back. He's sort of patting and stroking the big dog's head, because he isn't a dog person, or indeed an animal person, but Max doesn't seem to mind, basking in the attention in his sedate way.
He, too, is imagining the angry letters he's going to receive, only with a touch of self satisfaction.
"Nerva was on her best behaviour. No elves got trodden on or visibly oppressed, no one tried to put leashes on the qunari, and last I saw, Baron Daladier hasn't been strangled just yet. I think I saw a few masks sneak out to slum it in the valley, actually."
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Dorian leans back, only just enough to lend support, as opposed to push back. He's sort of patting and stroking the big dog's head, because he isn't a dog person, or indeed an animal person, but Max doesn't seem to mind, basking in the attention in his sedate way.
He, too, is imagining the angry letters he's going to receive, only with a touch of self satisfaction.
"Nerva was on her best behaviour. No elves got trodden on or visibly oppressed, no one tried to put leashes on the qunari, and last I saw, Baron Daladier hasn't been strangled just yet. I think I saw a few masks sneak out to slum it in the valley, actually."