[The mage takes a seat without much thought to it, wearing something much nicer than most Submissives would wear and carrying a staff with a human skull set into the branching at the very top. He sighs softly, looking around at first then turning to gaze out the window when he notices the man beside him seeming to try to mold into the side of the train just to not be too near him.
Dorian rolls his eyes softly with a sigh, and despite the other's discomfort looks directly at him to make him have to acknowledge he's just a person. The fact he then goes looking for the mark clearly from chin to chest traced down his throat makes the Mage frown and tug at the collar of his robe and clear his throat.]
I'm not a dominant and I'm not going to hurt you, you can relax.
Lies... traveling somewhere
Dorian rolls his eyes softly with a sigh, and despite the other's discomfort looks directly at him to make him have to acknowledge he's just a person. The fact he then goes looking for the mark clearly from chin to chest traced down his throat makes the Mage frown and tug at the collar of his robe and clear his throat.]
I'm not a dominant and I'm not going to hurt you, you can relax.