Dorian stepped gracefully back as the door he was studying swung open, revealing a young blonde girl. He raised one eyebrow, looking down at her. "That is quite alright," he said with a small yet charming smile. The girl was certainly beautiful. Snow caught in the ends of her golden hair where it peeked from beneath her hood, and melted into droplets on her pink cheeks. The girls in London certainly didn't look like this. They were usually dirty and unappealing or trust up like turkeys at Christmas. Dorian's deep brown eyes scanned her, drinking her in. The coat she wore hinted at a slim yet curved figure and she was an attractive height.
"Perhaps you could help me, fair lady," he said, tucking his hat beneath the arm holding the cane so he could hold out one leather gloved hand to her. "I am Mister Dorian Gray."