Dorian adored drinks. He really did. It would be worrisome if he didn't have such good control over his intake.
As the night went on the drinks got stronger and honestly worse but he wasn't drinking for taste at that point. He wanted a pleasant buzz and was getting there when Bramen asked his question.
"Oh, I am lovely." He was slouched low in the couch they were sitting on and swaying slightly towards Bramen when he turned to look at him.
"Your eyes are... well, like galaxies really. How does that evolve? Why does that evolve?" He sat up so that he can get a closer look. "And your skin, it glows. What's the point? Why?"
Ha ha, this will be funny.
As the night went on the drinks got stronger and honestly worse but he wasn't drinking for taste at that point. He wanted a pleasant buzz and was getting there when Bramen asked his question.
"Oh, I am lovely." He was slouched low in the couch they were sitting on and swaying slightly towards Bramen when he turned to look at him.
"Your eyes are... well, like galaxies really. How does that evolve? Why does that evolve?" He sat up so that he can get a closer look. "And your skin, it glows. What's the point? Why?"
This was how Dorian's mind worked.