Dorian made a habit of keeping an eye on who admired his more interesting collection. He knew why he had them and had a degree and secret linage to back them up, but he always wondered why others wandered back there. The gloves caught his eye, almost as much as the clothes, but he still leaned against the wall near the entrance to the back room, studying her for a moment while she perused his book.
After a long moment of silence he cleared his throat, donned a smile his brother would be proud of and stood up straighter. "Anything I can help you with?"