Dorian admired the beautiful man's resolve. He caught the snarky reply but wasn't able to make another come back as Rodrick intruded so rudely. What Dorian admired most was the stranger's resolve to outright ignore Rodrick and just walk away. Dorian sighed and smacked the man's hand away from his food. He drank down another swig of milk and ate a popper. Rodrick kept yacking his ear off.<br/><br/>Finally Dorian turned and shot him an icy glare. He grabbed his arm. "I don't want your advances. I don't want anything to do with you. If I ever see you again I will file a restraining order so quick you won't even know it," he hissed.<br/><br/>Rodrick jerked his arm back. "Christ man. I was just flirting with you. You're such a tight ass. Fucking lighten up. You've changed into a serious asshole." Rodrick stormed off.<br/><br/>Dorian barely finished his meal. The food turned to sawdust in his mouth. But he refused to let the food go to waste and he wasn't going to take the food home as leftovers. The food kept him from getting drunk too quickly. However, Rodrick's words stuck to him. He ordered another scotch and a small desert. However, he didn't touch it. Dorian leaned forward and put his head in his hand. That was how the beautiful stranger would have found him. But it was a brief and fleeting moment.<br/><br/>He slowly lowered his trembling hand and clenched it until it stopped. Then he knocked back the scotch and called for another. He took a small bite of cheesecake and turned to see the beautiful man there. Again he was struck dumb and helplessly gazed at him.<br/><br/>"Come to gloat?" He finally uttered. It was rare indeed that he initiated conversation unless it was in a courthouse or consultation. Damn that man. Damn this man.