[Henry takes in this information without a word, with no more than a slight pursing of the lips giving away the fact that he actually feels vaguely and inexplicably offended by the sheer ridiculousness of the whole situation.]

The—what are they called? kedan?—who brought me to my quarters left out that particular interesting fact.

[He shrugs, gestures to Dorian to continue and resumes walking.]

It sounds rather like one of the horror tales of that American fellow, Mr Poe.