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Dorian politely listens with some interest and allows the conversation to go on as he sips his wine and flicks through a small notebook. 

"[i]I am fine thankyou, I can pour for myself.[/i]" he replies to her earlier question, his words accompanied by a small smile and nod.

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[downstairs][@timelord1101][@Pineappletumble]
Clay's shoulders slumped as the alert fighting tension slowly eased from his tense ready muscles. His eyes stayed fixed on Tic just for a little while longer.
She was right, it was enough. Clay eventually looked to Alex and rolled his eyes as he went and found the remainder of his clothes.
He said nothing more, he simple shrugged his shoulders and gave a crooked half grin as though he was the innocent one and Alex was overreacting.
With his eyes and mannerism he continued berating her as he remained nonchalant, moving deliberately slow and paying her concerns no attention.

He ignored the broken bar stool, the injured Tic and the angry Alex.
He casually greeted the man standing near Alex before shiffling up the stairs with a groan and a limp.