9th floor, right at midnight.
"You can hardly make any comparison between yourself and a fish, my lady. I do not make a habit of inviting fishes over." He corrected with a wink while settling into the comfort of his own chair.
"But I do think I understand what you are saying. I, myself, did not know very much of the world when I was younger. It actually wasn't until I moved to London that I understood a great many things in the way that I do now." Dorian mused to himself for a moment. Although he had never been hidden away from view, he had not always been so free to do as he pleased. He could remember a time when he was hindered; by his conscience, not locked doors.
"Let us drink to the prayer that these experiences never be taken away from you, then." He made the offer with a raise of dark eyebrows, his smile deepening as the warmth of the absinthe began to pervade his muscles.