When the other man came over and sat beside him Dorian's grin just widened a bit as he took a drink of his tea. He was just a touch too pale and to any with supernatural senses it is clear his heart does not beat but he fakes breathing and does his best to appear alive. To play the Masquerade for awhile yet. Just more loose with the rules.


"Yes, and that is the point." He mused some looking over Nico, there was a man in Dorian's past, one he nearly embraced named Micheal who had been a hitman. Dorian wasn't even thinking it of this new man but he did dress the way Michael randomly did. "My name's Dorian, I am the owner of this humble place. And you, sir?"