[Steve has a way of surprising Dorian by turning the conversation back onto him. It shouldn't be surprising for an egotist, and yet there he is, startled eyes on Steve's face.]

Simon—my last lover, before I came here, the one who convinced me to at least try—Simon told me it wasn't good for me. "Maybe get rid of that picture," he said. "I don't think it's healthy, having that stare at you every day."

[A soft laugh. How useful a perfect memory is.]

I think he was right. But if you get into the habit of living like that, you don't know how to live without it. How else but self-torture to get control in a hopeless situation?

[Dorian describes the ugliness with a brutal and dispassionate honesty. He is disinclined to lie to Steve Rogers.]