Dorian had gotten lost in his own thoughts by the time Kade showed up. He turned and had to do a double take. God the man was unfairly attractive, and he had to fight his own unwanted desire as it kindled inside him. He swallowed and chased the dryness down with a swig of his liquor. "Of course. Even had I declined your case, I would have shown up to inform you." No, he wasn't that much of a prideful asshole. That and now that he had observed this place, he would have regretted it if he hadn't come. This place was gorgeous, and his eyes were drawn back to the surroundings instead of looking at the gorgeous man who was his client's means of income.<br/><br/>He pulled out the papers and came to sit down across from him, setting his glass down on a coaster. Neat, polite. Not messy or lazy. He opened the folder. The signature lines were clearly marked. He pulled out a pen that had his company scrawled on it. It was habit, and convenient. He wasn't trying to show off, not really. "Indeed. I believe with all certainty that Jacob is innocent. He doesn't even have the look of a killer. Of course I'm no profiler." He shrugged nonchalantly and walked Kade through signing the paperwork. Once done, he put the folder back together, stacked them neatly and put them back in his suit's pocket. He'd given him the account to deposit the money into, then provided Kade with the court dates and what he could expect as Jacob's beneficiary.<br/><br/>He finished most of his drink before he moved to stand up. "This case really shouldn't take too long. Even if it does I believe he will be cleared of all charges with minimal issue." He reached out a hand to Kade. "I look forward to doing business with you Mr. Vilhjálmsson." If Kade shook his hand, he would move to pull away and go towards the door. He didn't have any further reason to stay, and he wanted to get back home. Actually, he wanted to leave before he did anything stupid like ask the other on a date. Because goddamn the other looked divine in leather. His own sexual deprivation was rearing its ugly head.<br/><br/>No, he definitely needed to get out of there as soon as he could. Maybe the alcohol had hit him harder than he thought; gin and tonic wasn't his favorite combination. However, regardless of that even he knew he had a high tolerance. Or at least above average. No. He was just desperate not to be alone again, but he refused to give into those urges. He paused by the door, provided that nothing happened during those interactions. "Have a good evening," he'd say before he left.