[ The apothecary is to Dorian as the armory is to Venom: on the latter's part, he knows he wouldn't appreciate anyone without extensive experience fooling around with things that could potentially kill them, so his curiosity is confined to the subtle swivel of his head. A once-over that circles the room, trying to attribute a name and a purpose to all of the items that are sitting on the shelves around them.
He largely fails, so he casts his gaze back towards Dorian again. Something that actually makes sense to him, mercifully. ]
...A 'silly sausage'. [ THIS FIRST. Venom raises a brow, caught between bemused and amused; he's never gotten this before????? ] But this isn't about me.
[ As flattering as it is to hear that Dorian thinks that Venom is worth respecting, he's more concerned with making sure that Dorian isn't being a sucker for punishment, so—
—he tips his head at the bottles being passed his way, and turns one over in his head before nodding to his companion to drink. ]
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He largely fails, so he casts his gaze back towards Dorian again. Something that actually makes sense to him, mercifully. ]
...A 'silly sausage'. [ THIS FIRST. Venom raises a brow, caught between bemused and amused; he's never gotten this before????? ] But this isn't about me.
[ As flattering as it is to hear that Dorian thinks that Venom is worth respecting, he's more concerned with making sure that Dorian isn't being a sucker for punishment, so—
—he tips his head at the bottles being passed his way, and turns one over in his head before nodding to his companion to drink. ]
Go ahead.