Dorian smirked, pushing away from the chair to walk around the table towards Abby. "Hmm," he said, recognising the challenge in her voice. This could be a rather fun game.
Licking his lips, he rubbed his hands together before lifting a hand to brush one of her arms, above the line made by the hem of her top. "Perhaps you have one here?" he asked, moving his finger in a little circular motion over the fabric.