See, just calling it a supernatural whatever is so broad, it applies to practically anything. Including your lovely self, to which you would probably reply something like--
[And his grin widens, unbearably cheeky.]
"I ought to put something in your mouth to hush you up."
[ Dorian can't help but laugh at that, obviously charmed. So Tim and Jon had a little conversation? Makes sense. Though idly, Dorian wonders just how much Tim knows. ]
I stand by that flirting, [ he grins. ] Want the same for yourself?
[And Tim gives a forlorn, overdramatic sigh, shifting position to lean one elbow heavily on the rails to face Dorian.]
I'm afraid to have to disappoint you, Mister Gray - but now that my best friend has eyes on you I'm rather forced to put anything to do with your mouth vis a vis my body on the shelf. [Which he emphasises by butting out his cigarette on the final word.] I'm not one to sleep around with my friends' paramours.
[But his tone is still warm and amused. He's entirely serious, yes, but it's not like it's a problem.]
You'll just have to be happy with about... let's say seventy percent flirting capacity from me.
There's no accounting for taste, [ Dorian nonchalantly shrugs. But that small, besotted little smile that he has when he thinks Tim isn't looking easily tells that despite what he may say, Dorian really likes Jon as well. ]
[Tim absolutely does not miss that, because he's actively looking for it, and honestly it's kind of reassuring. That Dorian seems to be just as taken as Jon.]
I assume this is probably supposed to be the part where I give you the whole shovel talk, [And the amusement at the notion is thick in his voice.] But I suspect anything I have to say your own brain's already filed in triplicate.
Oh, you don't have to worry. My self-esteem is so piss poor that when my portrait became sentient, the first thing it tried to do was ruin my life and make me suffer.
[ If you joke about it, that means it doesn't bother you! (It absolutely bothers him) ]
Also, I've been hit over the head with a shovel before. I'd rather not go through that again.
[His eyes narrow slightly at the comment on his portrait, and he definitely puts a pin in that for later, because what the fuck Dorian. But he can move on.]
Well at least the both of you have utterly rubbish self-esteem. Maybe you'll cancel each other out.
[And that gets a less playful, distinctly unimpressed look.]
I will absolutely punch you if Jon comes home one day feeling worse about himself than he already does. And I don't care if you're immortal, Kiryu's been teaching me.
[He's going to lean over and just help himself to another of Dorian's cigarettes.]
He really likes you, you know? He's so worried about hurting you.
I'm a narcissistic egomaniac, thank you very much. Sociopath implies I don't care about other people, egomaniac implies I care mostly about myself.
[ But the idea that Jon's already worrying about not being enough...Dorian lets out an annoyed little huff before pointing out, ] I suppose I have to show him how enough he really is. He's never going to be a burden.
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Looking a supernatural whatever straight in the eye and telling it to fuck itself is so reassuring.
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[And his grin widens, unbearably cheeky.]
"I ought to put something in your mouth to hush you up."
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I stand by that flirting, [ he grins. ] Want the same for yourself?
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I'm afraid to have to disappoint you, Mister Gray - but now that my best friend has eyes on you I'm rather forced to put anything to do with your mouth vis a vis my body on the shelf. [Which he emphasises by butting out his cigarette on the final word.] I'm not one to sleep around with my friends' paramours.
[But his tone is still warm and amused. He's entirely serious, yes, but it's not like it's a problem.]
You'll just have to be happy with about... let's say seventy percent flirting capacity from me.
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Though honestly? Seventy percent flirting from you is two hundred percent from other people. I can live with that.
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[He shifts and leans both arms on the rails, still giving Dorian one last up-and-down flick of his eyes before he looks back up over the rails.]
He really likes you, you know?
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I assume this is probably supposed to be the part where I give you the whole shovel talk, [And the amusement at the notion is thick in his voice.] But I suspect anything I have to say your own brain's already filed in triplicate.
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[ If you joke about it, that means it doesn't bother you! (It absolutely bothers him) ]
Also, I've been hit over the head with a shovel before. I'd rather not go through that again.
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Well at least the both of you have utterly rubbish self-esteem. Maybe you'll cancel each other out.
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[ don't seem too excited about that, geez. ]
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I will absolutely punch you if Jon comes home one day feeling worse about himself than he already does. And I don't care if you're immortal, Kiryu's been teaching me.
[He's going to lean over and just help himself to another of Dorian's cigarettes.]
He really likes you, you know? He's so worried about hurting you.
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He's immediately a bit more scared he'll fuck this up. ]
Why's Jon worried? If anything, I'm the one who would hurt him.
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[He gestures vaguely with his new cigarette.]
But Jon? He's already worrying about not being enough for you. That he's going to be a burden on you.
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[ But the idea that Jon's already worrying about not being enough...Dorian lets out an annoyed little huff before pointing out, ] I suppose I have to show him how enough he really is. He's never going to be a burden.