[h3]The Subject of Darren Grey's Demise and Policy is Touched Upon[/h3]

Oh bother, it appeared that Guan Yu didn't bite on the jest he had laid before him. No he went back to [i]that[/i] trite dialogue again. It was as if Guan Yu wasn't [b]honored[/b] to be chosen as the provider of Dorian's patronage. Dorian noticed how the situation always turned out to Guan Yu doing that speech about judgement and intentions. Living for one's pleasures was the most honorable and benevolent intention one could exist for.

His boyish lips curled into a frown. "Yes, his unfortunate demise weighs heavily upon my chest." With a sniffle, Dorian glanced upwards as he pinched at the bridge of his nose. Dorian fought to keep some tears from staining his cheeks as he mourned his imaginary cousin. Breathing in and out, he began to regain composure.

Dorian returned his glance to Guan Yu, "I humbly ask for you to forgive such a scene. I know my cousin would not wish to see me with such a melancholic mindset, and to keep a stiff upper lip. For now, such a further discussion on the matter would not be fitting at such a setting. So, what do you think of this little soirée?"