[But Dorian doesn't quite extract the tired bitterness from his tone, and he is staring into the fog, not at Henry.] It's fine. It was a fair request from one who did so much to paint that face.
[Dorian lights the second cigarette, inhales, lets the hint of opium take him. The hard strike of twenty-first century exhaustion caught him unawares, and his brief recovery has faltered. Does he even want to bother to lie to Harry? He isn't so sure. What should he care if Lord Henry Wotton doesn't like what he has become?]
At any rate, I'll show it to you if I have the opportunity. [The opium cigarettes and simple unwillingness to bore himself with his own ennui lift him back up, and he is able to smile properly again. He laughs his 19th century laugh.] Though I do not know if I want to share a place with the Greeks. Their mortals never fare well when gifted as I have been.
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[Dorian lights the second cigarette, inhales, lets the hint of opium take him. The hard strike of twenty-first century exhaustion caught him unawares, and his brief recovery has faltered. Does he even want to bother to lie to Harry? He isn't so sure. What should he care if Lord Henry Wotton doesn't like what he has become?]
At any rate, I'll show it to you if I have the opportunity. [The opium cigarettes and simple unwillingness to bore himself with his own ennui lift him back up, and he is able to smile properly again. He laughs his 19th century laugh.] Though I do not know if I want to share a place with the Greeks. Their mortals never fare well when gifted as I have been.