Dorian wasn't really a greedy person. On the contrary most of his suits were several years old and just in great condition. He didn't go and spend gob fucks of money on extravagant things. He'd bought a new car because it was actually used as a company vehicle more often than not. In fact sometimes he would even drive his coworkers to work, despite his behavior and attitude. Perhaps envy was the worst sin that he felt, because he was incapable of loving another human being. In truth, Dorian had been betrayed all those years ago in college. He'd burned the pain out with sex, and now that he was a lawyer he distracted himself easily enough with work.<br/><br/>Beyond his fear of commitment he also, deep down, didn't want anyone in his life in case his won cases came back to bite him in the ass. He honestly thought he would likely die at the hands of either one of the men he set free, or a scorned victim. And he didn't want the death of a loved one on his conscience. But no one knew that. Everyone, even this perfect stranger, thought he was just an egotistical asshole. Which was fine with hi. He was able to play the part with effortless ease. He merely shrugged in response, going back to picking at his dessert and listening to the excitement around him.<br/><br/>It hadn't been the best pick up line, and he didn't really know what he was expecting when he had said such a thing. It hadn't been the kindest words. His head wasn't really in the ball game. He pulled out his wallet just as the other bought him a drink, and scowled. "Don't bother, I was just leaving." He was pleasantly buzzed after four drinks, and he'd finished most of his dessert. He paid for the meal with cash and left the server a hefty tip. He pushed himself away from the bar and moved to stand. On his way out, he had to pass by the beautiful stranger.<br/><br/>"Have a good night," he said. Though he seemed to struggle to say it, and part of him wondered if the other would insist he stay. Would he? Did he dare? No. He wouldn't. Straightening his shoulders, he walked with determination out the door, or at least made to do so. Still his loneliness ate at him, though he didn't think himself a pompous ass for sending Rodrick off. The drunk was only after sex, and that definitely wasn't something he was interested in. That's what usually happened when one went to bars, so he wasn't expecting anything serious, like an exchange of numbers or a possible date. Even so he had to continuously remind himself that there was no point, not when it would ultimately put their lives in danger.