[Dorian stops on seeing Bruce, takes him in. It heightens that sense of a game being played, already present from that business card tucked away in Dorian's pocket. A thoughtful thumb slips behind his fingers.]
[But he smiles, though Bruce can't see it, bright as the sun.] Thank you. [As small a thing as it might be, Dorian is genuinely moved by the surprise. Youthful emotion overtakes experienced wariness, and it's with a small, childlike expression of pleasure that he comes to Bruce's side, mocha held in both hands as he sips. He looks on the schematics in curiosity, but asks no questions.]
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[But he smiles, though Bruce can't see it, bright as the sun.] Thank you. [As small a thing as it might be, Dorian is genuinely moved by the surprise. Youthful emotion overtakes experienced wariness, and it's with a small, childlike expression of pleasure that he comes to Bruce's side, mocha held in both hands as he sips. He looks on the schematics in curiosity, but asks no questions.]