[ She's quick to move and place the bottle of wine on whatever surface is nearest before she goes and practically collapses on his bed, stretching both her arms - two! She has two arms! - out, wiggling to make herself comfortable. She's clearly tired but not willing to admit it, her smile soft and fond as she looks at Dorian. ]

Do you think I don't gossip with my friends, Serah Pavus?

[ Lifting her head, she grins. ]

We both have suitors. We just need to figure out how to handle them, don't we?