<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Dorian Belmonte (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14057451#msg14057451)<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong> April 23rd, Monday. 5:40 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Small Local Bookstore<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mercedes Quinlan-Morales (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14056573#msg14056573)<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content warnings:</strong> Irritated all around, remorseful.<br/><strong>Extra information:</strong> Slightly inebriated.</span><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/David-Gandy-Prestige-Mike-Ruiz-03-620x789.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/>That soft feminine growl that she let out was a surprise. It surprised him to find that a human woman, someone so outraged, could make such a fierce sound. Or that such a feminine sound would be so utterly attractive. Another man might have been slightly turned off by her ferocity. But for him her fierceness, femininity, and stubbornness were all splendid qualities. Even if she had brought him to a point of annoyance, and slight irritation, just because she wouldn’t let go of the comment he’d said. Hell, if he’d known he was going to get chewed out this bad for just a comment he should have just <em>grabbed her ass</em>. After all, it wasn’t like she could get much more annoyed, well maybe she could, but it was unlikely the verbal lashing she wanted to give him would get any worse than the one she was about to give. He kept himself pressed unreasonably close to her, partially to simply try and intimidate her into dropping this manner, though he knew that was likely, and partially because there was something about her that was begging him to get closer. Something that he couldn’t quite put his fingers on and yet.. it only encouraged him to slip closer to her and perhaps even get close enough to breath in that rich feminine scent.<br/><br/>But before she had a chance to say anything else to him, another voice soon tickled at his ears, causing him to feel slightly annoyed. The worst thing was he wasn’t sure what annoyed him more, the voice of the authority figure which meant that he’d soon need to vacate the premise without his book and that rendered the entire afternoon was relatively pointless and irritating. Then, there was the other reason he could have been annoyed, a reason that had nothing to do with the apology she wanted or their eviction from the bookstore. Instead the reason that he was so annoyed was because in the end it meant he couldn’t get closer to the <em>fine piece of ass</em> that now wanted nothing to do with him. She’d made it clear she didn’t like the compliment and thought he was an ass. So, it seemed that how close he was to her, right now, was as close as he was ever going to get to her. He probably should have been thankful, that despite the loss of the book, no one else was blaming him for the way he’d treated her with his comment. Though it wasn’t hard to see why, considering the way a few specific patrons looked at her, and how others decided that they should just look away, it wasn’t hard to guess why she was being treated the same as him. As an antagonist rather than a victim of harassment.<br/><br/>Part of him felt slightly satisfied knowing that her outrage would go unrewarded, but another part was slightly miffed to say the least. He had no reason to be miffed for her sake and yet knowing that they were looking at her as less than a woman simply because she was a woman was just as irritating as her desire for an apology. It was irritating enough that another tick worked into his jaw, looking at her as she tried too appeal to the crowd around them before Dorian took a half-step forward bringing himself against her. It was a quick action, but not one done maliciously. He leaned forward and mumbled, softly, into her ear while still under the watchful gaze of the crowd. He could only imagine what they assumed he was going to say to her, they might have even guessed that he was going to mock her. But there was none of that, he'd irritated her enough, and she was deserving of an apology.<br/><br/>"I want you to know, I’m not going to apologize for what I said. You are.. so fucking gorgeous. I am going to apologize.. for the way you’re being treated. Since regardless of the fact you’re human, a woman as fine as you deserves to be treated better."<br/><br/>Just as the last word left his lips Dorian drew back from her, purposefully avoiding her gaze incase she tried to look for some meaning in his words. He wanted the intention to be perfectly clear. He might have looked at her like she should be owned, but it didn’t change the fact that he still saw her for what she was. He didn’t want her to have the distinct belief that he was an ass and a racist. He’d much prefer if she knew that he wasn’t going to discriminate her, just ogle her. Maybe not the best way to be looked at, but it was certainly better than the alternative. Once Dorian drew back from her, nothing but the lingering scent of his musk left to fitter about her immediate vicinity, he rather defensively raised his hands as he set the book in hand down on the nearest counter before shrugging. "Fine then. I’ll be on my merry fucking way." He stepped out of the line for the checkout counter, not that much of the line had remained since there was a sort of semi-circle around them from customers that had come closer to see what the commotion was about. As far as the rest were concerned, other than a knowing few with sharper ears than wits, he’d just spoken something, likely vulgar or humiliating, into the woman’s ear and was now making his retreat since there was no one to punish him.<br/><br/>As for her, he purposefully avoided saying anything else to her, or even looking in her direction again. The last thing she had of him registering her existence was the make-shift apology he’d given to her. An apology that didn’t even relate to why she was mad at him, but was meant to console her over the fact no one would help her. It might be interpreted as pity, but with the way he phrased it she should have been able to guess that he was genuinely apologetic that no one was assisting her just because she was human. Of course, she could still be mad that even in that apology, he’d continued to remind her about how attractive he found her and just how much he’d been ogling her. </span></span>