Her voice, her helplessness, the hue of her hair... everything about the woman reminded him of Sibyl. He stared nostalgically down at her with a frown spreading across his lips. Women were so weak, so vulnerable- without men to guide them would the human race have even survived? Dorian sighed in a sound that sounded much more like a growl than anything else, moving toward her bed and laying down decide her, putting his hands behind his head casually.
"Can I ask you a question, Selwyn?" he asked. "What would you do for everlasting beauty?"