Dorian's seen this angel around often enough and had a few conversations with him. It hasn't been enough for him to form much of an opinion, and most of what he knows about Balthazar comes to him through the lens of Lucifer's infatuation.
He wouldn't say that he's jealous of Balthazar, exactly, but the sight of him does make Dorian feel a certain indescribable twinge of tension. It's a tension that demands he approach and make a proper greeting. (It's a bad habit, really, the way he can't help but confront any source of tension or potential upheaval in his life, however slight it may be.)
There's anything but tension in his face, though, as Dorian swings by to place himself within a conversational distance of the angel. He's all comfortable ease and grace as he holds up the pair of champagne glasses in his hands.
"Evening, Balthazar." Dorian smiles, and the gesture pulls light into his youthful face. "Can I offer you a drink?"
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Date: 2020-03-05 03:01 pm (UTC)He wouldn't say that he's jealous of Balthazar, exactly, but the sight of him does make Dorian feel a certain indescribable twinge of tension. It's a tension that demands he approach and make a proper greeting. (It's a bad habit, really, the way he can't help but confront any source of tension or potential upheaval in his life, however slight it may be.)
There's anything but tension in his face, though, as Dorian swings by to place himself within a conversational distance of the angel. He's all comfortable ease and grace as he holds up the pair of champagne glasses in his hands.
"Evening, Balthazar." Dorian smiles, and the gesture pulls light into his youthful face. "Can I offer you a drink?"