Politely, Dorian let his arm drop back to his side, placing his hat back on his glossy head. Still, he didn't fail to notice the little shiver as she began to lead the way. With flawless grace, Dorian unbuttoned his black woolen overcoat and slipped out of it, not waiting for her permission before placing it around her shoulders. "Forgive me, you are not alright. You are cold." Dorian could do fine without his coat, the thick grey jacket keeping him warm enough with no problem.
Tucking his cane under his left arm, Dorian pulled his engraved silver cigarette case out of his inside pocket as he walked beside the blonde woman. "Yes, new here," he said, slightly offhandedly as he took out one of the Egyptian cigarettes and placed it between his lips. His dark eyes flickering back to the woman, he offered her the case. "Do you smoke? I know it's not very feminine, but I'm not quick to judge." His lips twisted into a beautiful, lopsided smile.