She flinched very slightly at him repeating part of what she had said. Seven more. Delilah hadn’t actually meant to say that - out loud, at least, and she didn’t even realise she had until Dorian had pointed it out. She forced out a quiet laugh to brush off and dismiss any inferences he may have made from that. “Really?” Delilah replied when he stated the obvious, that it wasn’t necessarily a ‘fun’ challenge. “I couldn’t think of anything better,” She said under her breath, wondering when Dorian was going to get to the point, which was why he was continuing this conversation. “Do you, like, need something?” She asked out of nowhere, finally having a trace of expression in her voice, looking at him to find the ulterior motive behind his eyes.
Dorian mentioned the fashion show, something she had completely forgotten about. “There’s no way I’ll be modelling for that,” Delilah said through a small laugh at the fact that almost an hour ago it was all she could think about. Though while she was here, she may as well go out and watch it. He walked across the room, to her, holding out his hand to get her up. Now that he was closer, Delilah looked again at him, trying to look for his intentions. Though she couldn’t find anything, Delilah didn’t believe that there wasn’t any. But, regardless, she took him hand and stood up. “Okay…” Then she added after a pause, “Thanks, Dorian.”
@astxrism — Dorian DeLoughrey