[Nothing makes Harry peevish like being a figure of fun. He was about to inquire if there are any arts in the city requiring curating—well within his talents, and as close to his usual manner of idleness as possible—when Dorian starts laughing.]

I am delighted that the situation causes you so much mirth, Dorian. Laughter is the only correct response to absurdity, after all.

[So much irony. So very much.]