<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Dorian Silver<br/>3rd Floor Kitchen</span></strong></div><br/>Dorian's eyes fell, once again on Katherine. He'd noticed her in the elevator as well. She was clearly claustrophobic. How quaint that he particularly liked small tight spaces. His thin lips curled into a small smile at his little joke. Why he never thought to voice these thoughts in his head was such a mystery to most people. He was very witty and extremely well spoken, but he just didn't like to talk. He couldn't think of a good reason why he had to say more than necessary to get his point across and leave it at that. Katherine seemed to have noticed him too, although she didn't seem too interested in speaking to him. Oh well. He would probably have a reason to talk to her actually. She was very well shaped and the way she moved gave him little reason to doubt her physical fitness. She was also rather striking to look at. All around a decent model. Dorian filed that information away in his head. He'd make further judgments after having spoken to her more. The woman she had decided to speak to was also very attractive. Her features were reminiscent of porcelain and she had an almost feline grace to her. She would make a magnificent silhouette subject for his portfolios. And maybe even his pocket book. Then Katherine spoke. It seemed to be directed at either himself of the other woman, so he turned towards her.<em>Guess she does want to talk to me.</em>He smiled. It was a rare sight for anyone to see, but somehow didn't look unnatural on his usually brooding features.<br/>"I'm not actually a model. My name is Dorian Silver. I'm a photographer."<br/>His smile faded after he'd spoken, but wasn't replaced with the brooding look, but with a look of polite interest. His hands in his pockets and slouching. Dorian's personality was often very hard to read. He was just anti social. Not shy. Not pissed at the world. Not a melancholy artist. Just not very talkative.