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It's just, Louis looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
Dorian curls in on himself with a shudder of his shoulders and a desperately suppressed smile.
Really, he didn't mean to laugh.]
Forgive me. I'm having an impossible time imagining you sinning.
[To his credit, there's no malice in it. There's even a sort of fondness, the sort he immediately had for Ethan when they first met.]