[@tigerchuffs] Arlen waved goodbye with a smile as he watches her ascend the stairs, ever since Lilith had accompanied the man up that way his focus had continually fallen towards the rooms. Half expecting a sudden cry for help.

[upstairs]
Dorian sat in still silence in his usual chair upstairs with barely a splash of wine left in his glass. His peircing eyes follow Paisley. The softest and slightest of smiles breaks his lips but nothing to break his serious demeanour.
A slight nod in welcoming acknowlagement is given before he consumes the last of his drink and places the empty glass down next to another.