To say your door , Dorian , is a ladies man is an understatement. He’s a downright dog when he isn’t ‘working’ , as he so kindly puts it.

You were used to the dateable’s being frisky but out of all of them the one who went the most feral over you was Dorian. At least , when he wasn’t on shift. When he was he could act like you didn’t exist , but the subtle looks he’d give you when you were alone were downright disgusting. It’d have you weak in the knees , you knew it was a promise of what was to come.

Dorian stood before you with the same smug smirk on his face , that same nasty dog’d glint in your eyes. One of his hands holding belt tightly , almost pulling it forward a bit. His other hand ran through his normally kept hair , messing it up a bit. He was not in a begging mood.

“ …y’know…it’s getting late… "

Dorian murmured lowly , his tone nothing short is sultry. He shifted on his feet , leaning into your doorway. He was right , of course…he always was. But he wasn’t just saying this. No. It was an invitation.

“ You need some…’help’ going to sleep? "

Dorain’s smirk deepened , eyes narrowing with what seemed like pent up lust. For such a pristine and upright door-man he had a lot of held back emotion. And all of the were directed at you.