Dorian was fighting the urge to jump into his lap, to lick his chest. The desire to do so was nearly overwhelming, especially with the confidence in which the other was sitting there. But he didn't. He wouldn't. It would be professional and go completely against the entirety of why he was there in the first place. Dorian felt a little bit of satisfaction at the other's retort, but it was brief and fleeting. No, he wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. He didn't comment on Kade's apology; he wouldn't come forthwith about the fact he'd thrown them out. Let the pompous, arrogant man believe what he would.<br/><br/>But it was his second comment that got a physical reaction out of him. His own lips curled in a sneer. "What you and my client do on your own time is none of my concern,<i>Kade</i>," he replied. "But there is no professional concern you to be engaging with him or myself outside of a meeting." With an incline of his head, Dorian turned and walked out before he could say anything else. He left the club behind, and didn't return. Any meetings that followed were strictly at the office, with either Kade or Jacob. Jacob was reassured within the next twenty four hours that Dorian was staying on his case.<br/><br/>The next three months went by without a hitch. If Kade had any questions or concerns, they met in his office. Outside of that there were no incidents. Three months, three court dates. Unfortunately, Jacob's case went to trial, though Dorian had made it very clear that that was likely going to happen. Man slaughter was not something that could stay in a private setting, no matter the case of innocence. What was worse was there was evidence stacked against him, but it wasn't anything Dorian hadn't handled before. He didn't have any troubles, despite the prosecuting attorney being an uptight bitch.<br/><br/>They'd brought someone in new, someone untried by his methods. Yet he was every bit as ruthless and cunning as his reputation perceived him to be. Even though there was a change in decor at his home and change in attire, his personality didn't change much, not when it came to ruthlessness. Not when it came to his job and making sure he kept his victories flawless. He wasn't going to lose this one. It was just a matter of working around the law and the stupid prosecuting attorney. It was all going to pan out. Of that he had no doubt.