Dorian opened his eyes with a light groan, reaching a hand up to his forehead. There was… he blinked a few times. A warmth radiated from beneath him and he tipped his head slightly to get a better look. Vaxus? But no, that made no sense. Dorian looked around the room, he didn't remember being here last. He dropped his hand, twitching in surprise when it met bare skin. Well then.
"Well," Vaxus hummed. "Look who's awake again."
Some memories drifted back, but still Dorian couldn't piece together how they ended up in this particular scenario. He sat up and turned to look at Vaxus, who was leaning back comfortably against the pillows of his bed.
"Not that I'm complaining," Dorian started, slowly. "But what happened?"
The warrior provided a sly grin. "You fainted," he started, sitting up a bit more. "Straight into my arms, in fact!"
Dorian blinked slowly, trying to process the information. While it seemed plausible, Dorian didn't recall anything - oh… oh. Realization dawned on him, and painted clearly across his features. Vaxus wiggled his eyebrows at him, a rather smug grin sitting on his lips.
"You know," he purred in a low, husky tone. "If you want my attention, you didn't have to go to such extremes."
The look of surprise immediately fell from Dorian's face into one of mild annoyance, followed by a roll of his eyes.
"Now I know you're being ridiculous," he quipped, indignant.
"No," Vaxus countered. "Now you know I'm that good."
