Oh, Harry. I'm too fond of you yet. [Dorian settles back, the langor coming back to him. Lord Henry is not a friend wisely kept. Dorian has known that for a long time. But Henry is good company for Dorian.]

[His laughter seems not to have known the heaviness of the moments that came before.]

I'm very sorry for dragging all this up, Harry. I'm afraid that in a hundred years, curiosity for unavailable answers has only grown greater for its starvation, and so I committed the tediousness of springing such silly fact-checking on you so soon after your arrival. It was wrong of me.