Dorian chuckled, taking another long drag on his cigarette. People thought they understood him so well, even here, in this place with more magic than he thought possible. He was just a normal, twenty something year old man, with impeccable fashion sense and an eye for the ladies. No one could guess at the evil lurking just beneath the surface.
Once again, Basil's blood spattered face swam into his vision, hanging just in front of his eyes, even as he looked at the girl in front of him. He had been responsible for two deaths now. He still counted Sibyl as fully as if he'd poisoned her himself. It was his cruelty that had led her to take her own life, just as it had been his hand that plunged the knife into his friend's chest. No, these people didn't know just what evil they were dealing with; an heartless, souless murderer, with blood still fresh on his hands.
Dorian slowly breathed out, the smoke clear in the dark, cold air between them. "And what makes you think I'm a stranger to magic?" he asked eventually, his breath, even devoid of cigarette smoke, misting as it left his lips. He studdied her for a moment as she stepped back, not making any indication that he was going to move any time soon. Besides, his coat was still draped around her shoulders, and as much of a gentleman as he was, he wasn't going to just let her walk off with it, no matter how cold she was, unless he was invited to drop by and pick it up later.