[ The door is unlocked, and Dorian will find Elias sitting at his writing desk in the small cabin. The room is tidy, but books neatly line every available bookshelf space, including over the unlit fireplace.
[ The tone is his voice isn't fond, nothing in Elias is capable of fondness just at present, but he smiles to himself as he says it like there's something comforting in that. ]
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He looks up as Dorian enters. ]
You would be a gin drinker.
[ The tone is his voice isn't fond, nothing in Elias is capable of fondness just at present, but he smiles to himself as he says it like there's something comforting in that. ]