Dorian laughed softly, "You are almost irresistible. Luckily, I am able to control myself. Perhaps I am building an immunity to your charms."

As if that would ever happen. Dorian would always be charmed by Bramen, his smile, his laugh and him that wonderful personality of his. He would be drawn like a bee to honey, always. He brushes his lips against Bramen's cheek gently.

"Do not let it go to your head."