Dorian was a little surprised to see a woman making her way towards him, practically cornering him. Raising an eyebrow, he lifted his hands, running them through his mussed up hair to straighten his appearence slightly. "A manecure?" he asked, not completely sure what she was refering to. It wasn't a word he was familiar with. And what was it with people wanting to have fun with him today. He was an old man. He'd need to rest if he wasn't careful.
Despite his reservations, Dorian gave the woman a charming smile, tilting his head slightly to one side. She was fairly attractive. Her mouth was a little wide and he wasn't overly fond of her hair cut, but she had a certain charisma about her which was appealing. Depending on what kind of fun she meant, he thought he might enjoy this manecure thing.