Damon's accent amused Dorian, who could catch even the faintest hint of one after many years of travel. "Italian?" And then, "Life's horns are far duller than most would have you think, friend. At first, they're sharp, and can gore a man, young and perfect and naive, but through the years, they dull, just as with all other things. But to find pleasure in that life, in that tumultuous ride, to find charm in it, that's the key, isn't it?" He rounded a corner as he walked, the leather soles of his dressy shoes tapping faintly on the cobblestones of an old side street that led into the heart of what could affectionately be thought of as the more classy slums of London.