Connoisseur Prince

rolling his eyes at the explanation given, arnon barely gave the other time to finish before he scoffed loudly in disgusted amusement. “oh sure. yeah, he sounds like a real swell guy. totally an upstanding citizen. look, anyone who thinks they’re high and mighty enough to enslave another being into being a sex toy with a pulse is definitely not an example of a good guy. if you weren’t aware of that, surprise! you’re welcome.” he couldn’t quite believe the simplicity in which the other spoke about such topics. arnon could feel his blood boiling with each passing second. stockholm syndrome took many forms, apparently. chucking his cigarette to the ground, arnon took a moment to reassess the situation: he couldn’t afford to get too mouthy outside his place of employment. it wasn’t as if emerson was running short of reasons to fire him and he did kind of need a regular salary.

Where Dorian had started out finding this villager rather amusing, and he was willing to admit, beautiful in his own unique way, Dorian was now furrowing his brows together, or Laz's brows together for that matter. He was very much wearing out his appeals. The implication that he was somehow some awful creature despite the fact this child had no clue who he was, and that he assumed anything about his and Laz's relationship was infuriating.

Lazarus chuckled, of course he'd thank the other for all the things he'd done for him when they were done playing dress up. He did know that he'd not be where he was if it weren't for him, the fact that they had grown a bond between them was something he came to care for greatly. Even if he had never chose to purchase him, the dragon had been happy simply being his slave, though now that he was purchased he realized just how open his world had become. "You're right, I owe you many thanks for this." He said simply, a bow of his head to further show his appreciation for him.

Dorian took a mental note of the colors that Lazarus mentioned, he could certainly work with black, blue, and red. They were good colors and grounded, and they worked nicely with both of their skin tones. When he asked for samples of the fabrics to see what he liked most, Dorian nodded. Waving for them to get to his request, he turned to the tailors, "Leave the samples along with the other materials we talked about. I can handle the rest with Lazarus now that you have his size. I'll send you the sketches I already have." When they nodded, the councilman smiled. Dorian proceeded to take Laz's hand pulling him down off of the platform.

"Boy, you really are drunk, aren't you?" Gareth asked with an amused smirk, though given what time of the year it was, he had to wonder if it was something else. Maybe that one body swapping spell, which made him wonder if that was the case who was currently walking around in Lazarus' body. "C'mon. I don't think you'd forget all the fun that we've had together, hm?" If this was someone else in Lazarus' body, the aswang was more than happy to fuck with them a bit.

Folding his arms over his chest, Dorian was not yet used to how much larger Lazarus' arms were than his own. So he quickly had to adjust for both chest, and bicep size. "Hate to be the one to break this to you, but a lot of the assholes in the castle don't care about when you think they've earned that privilege. Being a slave, before Dorian got me, I learned that the hard way."

arnon’s expression softened slightly at the mention of the other’s former slave status. the subject of slavery within the castle always prompted arnon to feel a little torn. on one hand, arnon found himself angered by their complacency – whilst most never had a say in the matter, the fact that only a handful of attempts had been made to rise up against the powers that be was disappointing to the halfling. nothing would ever change if the status quo wasn’t fought against consistently. there was no doubt in his mind that the consequences for such actions would undoubtedly be severe, and having the luxury of remaining an outsider to it all whilst remaining somewhat comfortable within the relative safety of the town, it wasn’t really his place to hold such contempt towards those who found themselves at the mercy of those in power.

Dorian wanted to defend his decision, what he had done, but he actually hadn't told Laz about any of that, and he certainly wasn't going to tell someone who labeled themselves the village idiot about that, regardless of how pretty they were. Instead he gave Arnon a simple shrug of his shoulders. "Hey, I don't know the details around any of that stuff. Just know he decided to do it, and here we are. But really I promise he's actually not that bad at all, and I'm happy with him. He's good for a master, let alone for a Councilman."

"I am feeling just fine, I don't think I've been hit with any spells. Would I know if I was? This whole Spring Mischief thing is so odd to me." Shaking his head, he waved off the other's concern. "Nik, why would I go lay down or stay inside when it's such a beautiful day out?" Smiling at the other man, "You wanna see the thong Dorian picked out for me? I didn't think I would enjoy the new underwear as much as I am, but it really has a way of showing off a man's curves."

It probably would have been easier and less confusing for him had Dorian had ripped the clothes from his body himself. It would have been really hot, but he supposed Dorian didn't want him to be too excited before the fitters came to look him over. "I suppose not, it's a pretty big deal though, isn't it?" He questioned, unsure of what it truly meant to be purchased, and what he'd be able to do. He did know it meant he was completely Dorian's, in that he owned him outright and now a piece of the castle had any claim over him. "Where would I go that I wouldn't want you to come too?" He asked, if anything he'd rather Dorian be there as he experiences things outside of the castle.

"Oh it is, yes. But the devil is in the details, just know things are going to get a lot better for you, and that you have me to thank for that little fact. Please though, hold your applause, and thanks." When he was asked though where would Laz possibly want to go without Dorain coming to, the Baobahn Sith shrugged. "I don't know? Don't you have a family or anything? Someone waiting outside this place for you?" Though his thoughts quickly turned to what was happening around them, his focus no longer on Laz, smiling as he greeted the tailor. Dorian wasn't really listening to Laz anymore, missing his comment about his own sensitivity.

Gareth was, thankfully, free of any of the magic spells for the time being. The aswang probably could have just hidden out in his suite and enjoyed not having to deal with any of the effects, but he was currently looking for something or someone to distract himself with. And, luckily for him, it took the master very little time to do so. "Lazarus." Gareth greeted with a smirk, making his way toward the slave, getting right up in his space with clear intention, only to stop with an eyebrow raised at the weird shit that was coming out of his mouth. "...You drunk or something?"

The moment that Gareth got in Dorian's space, he used Lazarus' body to take a step backwards. Widening the space between them, he raised an eyebrow at the other, Dorian was very unhappy with the overfamiliarity coming from Gareth, but he allowed the expression on Lazarus' face remain neutral. "I'm sorry do I know you?" Humming for a second, "Oh wait, wait you're uhhh Gerald right? Or was it Grant? Maybe George, something with a G though, I am sure of that. Regardless, no I'm not drunk, what makes you think that?"

"I am feeling just fine, I don't think I've been hit with any spells. Would I know if I was? This whole Spring Mischief thing is so odd to me." Shaking his head, he waved off the other's concern. "Nik, why would I go lay down or stay inside when it's such a beautiful day out?" Smiling at the other man, "You wanna see the thong Dorian picked out for me? I didn't think I would enjoy the new underwear as much as I am, but it really has a way of showing off a man's curves."

Folding his arms over his chest, Dorian was not yet used to how much larger Lazarus' arms were than his own. So he quickly had to adjust for both chest, and bicep size. "Hate to be the one to break this to you, but a lot of the assholes in the castle don't care about when you think they've earned that privilege. Being a slave, before Dorian got me, I learned that the hard way."