[@Alisdragon911]
Dorian didn't laugh, he only stared with vacant eyes. His thoughts slipping to that place of dream like memories and innocent ideals. 
[i]"No"[/i] he softly replies between sips.
[i]"This tavern cannot be owned, for it is not a tavern."[/i] his lips curl into a smirk as he awaits the look of confusion.
[i]"She is kind and holds all my secrets and more, but I fear she owns me, not I her."[/i] 
Dorian looks around leisurely, distant memories flooding his eyes at each and every location they fall upon.
Finally they fall back to Ayeka. He gives her no more words, just stares expectantly.
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[@Pineappletumble][downstairs]
Ignoring the feint Clay hammered down a thundering straight right punch. He was quick but Tic was quicker. 
The floorboards cracked with the bare impact of Clay's blow and dust flew into the air of the stale room. Before he knew it his leg buckled out beneath him and he dropped to one knee. Quickly with a staggering swipe he twisted on the spot with a wide unbalanced back swing, nearly spinning him around.