[Dorian can't help himself: he laughs. Dorian covers his face with his hand in his laughter, the cigarette in his free hand trailing blue smoke through the air.]

I have met vampires and demons and dragons, but you remain in a class of your own. Of course, Harry. I'll tell you anything you want to hear about. I'm yours. And you may end up wanting me for more than that.

[He half-straightens from his recline, a frank brightness back in his smile as he looks to Harry.]

In the last hundred or so years, I learned how to take care of myself. I had to. The world has changed, Henry, and I with it. As your friend and, now, your elder, [that is still funny to him] let me also take care of you. There are horrors mundane and Gothic here which you don't have the skills necessary to handle. I want to help you with them.