[Such was a sight that, were he the type, it might have made Dorian's heart lurch. As it was, it did bring a smile to his lips, one far softer than all the smirks and grins he had been offering his companion. Once again, the mage found himself taken aback by just how much better Shiro seemed to be in the flesh.]

[And Dorian had already been stricken.]

If you mention paying me back one more time, I'm afraid there will have to be some sort of punishment. [He leaned back in his seat, arms crossing over his chest. He managed a stern look for all of five seconds, before deciding he likely looked too much like his father. Not the sort of look a man wore when attempting to win over a male lover, he thought.]

Your gratitude, however, is appreciated. I recommend sticking with that. It sounds far nicer when you say it.