This particular trick he had learned in his whoring and drunken stupor days but he wasn't going to share that with Athras. He was still horribly ashamed of that. Sometimes he thought maybe he wouldn't be judge but then his courage failed him.

"Spoil you? Ha!" Dorian made the laugh sharp and overly dramatic on purpose. "This is nothing, amatus. Bathing you in gold and jewels, the finest leathers, furs and silks, and the sweetest scented oils and soaps that would be spoiling you. This is nothing."

He no longer had the fortune to do that sort of spoiling but this felt like enough because of how Athras responded. Dorian paid special attention to the back of his neck and shoulders as best he could at this angle because of how he hunched over the desk. The tension was so easy to find.