Dorian looked down at their hand, her skin warm and a little clammy against his. He was, no doubt, still a little warmer than usual from his encounter with Damien, but it was time to put that behind him and focus on the woman before him. He smiled, inspecting his nails as she did the same. So she thought she could make him look any more beautiful? The truth was, she could pull his nails out by the roots if she liked; in an hour, they'd be exactly the way they were right now, the way they had been painted. But he could indulge her for the time being.
"I say, yes please," he said, mirroring her smile, using his free hand to begin unbuttoning his coat once again. His tie, shirt and waistcoat were still dishevelled underneath the thick black wool of his coat, but she'd just have to put up with that. Besides, the look gave him an attractive, rougish look.
"Dorian Gray," he introduced himself. His hand was still in hers and, twisting it slightly, he lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles, before letting his hand fall back to his side.