[At the talk about emotions being pesky things, Cyril eyes linger on Dorian's face a second too long and he has to cover it up by drinking deeply of his cup.]

Hopefully they last at least as long as we aren't sick of flying through a vacuum. [Vacuum, a new word he wouldn't even know if he wasn't here. Such a strange thing to realize.]

Though I can't complain for the view. [And that line is said flirtatiously, because flirting is distraction and he likes distraction.]