Dorian's smile only widened. So she was attatched to another man; an interesting obstacle but one he'd overcome many times in the past. He was no stranger to having both women and their lovers or husbands, some at the same time. In fact, knowing that she thought herself unavailable only heightened his interest in her. Before, in London, he had been determined to become a better man, but everything had changed now. He was a murderer after all. If his soul hadn't been damned before, it certainly was now. And the picture was no longer in his posession. He wasn't sure why he felt that meant like he was powerless to control himself now, but it did. Even if the signs of debauchery did begin to disappear from the canvas as he became good, he wouldn't be able to witness the changes.
"Why, thank you," he said, nodding his head graciously. It was strange for a woman to escort a man to where he needed to be, but this place didn't make sense to him. He might as well embrace all the new things it threw at him.
Turning back in the direction he had come, Dorian once again held out his arm, offering the crook for her to take. "Please, allow me." He was determined to get close to her somehow. He knew he was pretty much irrestistable, so he relished a challenge. Besides, he was interested in this boyfriend of hers. If he was even half as attractive as her, Dorian would be delighted to make his aquaintance.