There was a chuckle as Clay failed to find the words to reply to Alex. A guilty yet proud smirk of admission painted on his face as he went about fetching a full bottle and a fresh cigaret stored aside closely together. He held the smoke in his own lips as he lit it and took a drag before passing it over along with the bottle. The smell and taste easing his tension in the presence of a hunter.

It's then he looks over Alex with that mischievous glare as her attire falls prey to his eyes.


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[i][b]"Why of course you are my lady"[/b][/i] Replied the server with an assured smile and sturdy nod. Without saying anymore he expressed his familiarity with her and her name as would be expected of any one educated working in such proximity.
[i][b]"Dorian Radshaw."[/b][/i] He says with a gentle bow as he sweeps up her hand and raises it to his lips where he gently kisses it just beyond the knuckles.

While he had poured a second glass for himself he had not yet sipped from it, instead he cleverly balanced it between his fingers along with the bottle leaving his other arm free for courtship. Offering his arm to the lady he spoke softly. [b][i]"Please allow me, the balcony up stairs is much more comfortable and private."[/i][/b]

As he left the main floor Dorian paused to look upon each of his employees one by one. His gaze was brief and so indifferent that they were left to judge their own performance. In that short moment he was not looking at them but in them, truly noticing and acknowledging them for who they were and their efforts. The faintest hint of a smile and bob of a nod was his gratitude beyond their duty. For no action or gesture was made by Dorian by mistake or without reason. He was proud they were his team and at the same time expected no less. It was not always the easiest place of employment but it sure was interesting.