<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br/>3rd Floor Hall<br/>Headed to the elevator with Courtney</span></strong></div><br/>Dorian's smirk grew more pronounced and his eyes flashed again with that almost glow of mischief. He couldn't help it. He knew exactly how this would look to any smart enough to string two and two together. Dorian didn't exactly have anything planned, but you never knew. Things had a way of working out in unpredictable fashions. It still amused him to no end just how many would assume he was going to get laid. Draven and Avarice would be convinced of such surely. And so would most sane adults. Only those who really knew Dorian's mind might think he didn't care one way or another if they wound up having sex or not. Courtney was beautiful of course, but Dorian wasn't out to get into her pants. He wanted to express his art. If she wanted sex, it would probably come, but Dorian also loved to tease and he was a master of it, being one to keep his mouth shut for the most part and let is eyes do most of the talking. The elevator door slid open and they stepped inside, the smirk on Dorian's face almost a certain indicator that they were about to go do the deed. That only made his smirk grow into a full blown grin, bordering on laughter. He didn't, but it was a close thing. Then he pressed the last button on the wall. The one for the ninth floor and let his grin fade some so it looked less devious. They were on their way to his studio. He wondered what she'd think of it.