"How do you know I haven't used that very line on my manager already?"

Dorian twinkled a bit at his own humor, before sliding off of Bull and surveying him from the foot of the sofa. He regretted it fairly immediately, as the draft hit his front. It had been toasty warm a moment ago.

"So? What do you think? A night in or a night out? No depressing Qunlat allowed."