EVEN NOW I'M AT YOUR WINDOW I AM IN THE DARK BESIDE YOU

[intellectualrapist]

[Today Erika is dressed like a true delicate maiden with a shawl around her shoulders and a book clutched to her chest.

Also she shouldn't be suddenly here Dorian no one actually let her in

sup?]

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[depicted]

I didn't say it was. It is very sweet, truly. [The tea arrives, and, assuming Erika would miss the social conventions in pouring tea, Dorian does it.]

[intellectualrapist]

[She doesn't mind letting him do it anyway.]

Don't mistake it for kindness. My little gray cells need stimulation. Without it, I run myself ragged on nothing.

[depicted]

You seem rather overeager to be clear about your motives. Surprising, from a mystery-lover.