[@LiegeLord]

“[i]It’s rare that we have little more option than liking where we are at or living in misery.[/i]” Dorian says with a certainty and look beyond that of his usual confidence and surety that says this tibbit of wisdom is one long learned through experience. 

As if they were always in his hands, (although they were not) Dorian settles down two shot glasses between them, and pouring from a modest height fills both up with a flowing dark green liquid that nearly glows as it cascades down into the small glass container, without a single drop spilling. 

“[i]Most of us cannot change who we were. Most of the time we don’t even truly know who we are right now.
But we can always work on being who we want to be.”[/i]

With that last line he picks up one of the tiny drinks, holds it out to Vendril, and after the glasses chink, throws back the vile drink and lets it burn its way down his throat. Giving a forced smile as it does.