Hands that you guided, Harry. [Dorian has had a very, very long time to think about his relationship with Henry and what it has brought to fruition.] "To project one's soul into some gracious form, and let it tarry there for a moment; to hear one's own intellectual views echoed back to one with all the added music of passion and youth; to convey one's temperament into another as though it were a subtle fluid or a strange perfume: there was a real joy in that—"

I believe is how the quote goes. I've sometimes wondered, flipping through that marvellous book of his, how well Oscar had measure of you. Very well, I think.

Tell me. [Dorian leans in, voice lowered to the tones of a co-conspirator, smile sweet with the playfulness of games.] Did Basil ever really ask you not to influence me? I can imagine him begging such a thing, and I can imagine you laughing away the entire idea, so I am liable to believe that such a conversation did occur, but of course I can't know.