The evening itself wasn't shaping up to be anything interesting, Dorian thought as he flipped half-heartedly through a tome bound with reddish leather, the golden light streaming in from the window as he sat on the velvety chair in the library - something digging into his spine, making him shift.

As the light moved continued to move, as the sun slowly made crawl its way across the sky and down the horizon, he grimaced slightly, clicking his tongue as the previously soft, warm light appeared sharp, cutting uncomfortably into his peripheral.

With a miniscule shake of his head, he closed the book, reaching to his left to place it on an ever-growing pile of various gems he'd found in the library.

He uncrossed his legs, using a steadying hand to get up, his eyes immediately landing on you - leaning against the railing a few feet in front of him. His expression was momentarily taken off-guard, before schooled into something witty.

"We have got to stop meeting like this."