[Miller smiles wanly, though he's pretty sure this is the first time that Dorian's seen, well, nothing below where his calf is cropped short. He has his ill-fitting Savrii loaned clothes and the leg of the slacks pinned up so they don't get in the way.]

[He does have pride, and he navigates well, but he'll always be self-concious about the things as much as he feels like he deserves them.]

You're too kind. [He grunts in response before finding somewhere to sit. He pulls out a relatively clean notebook- actually meant for keeping track of finances, but it's lined uniformly and that's the important part.]

This one is fresh. I put a pen in the spiral. It should be enough to keep you occupied.

What were you planning on doing?