Dorian watched with quiet amusement, able to peg precisely what manner of immortal his double was with that simple movement. As far as he was concerned, well, it didn't quite matter what Damon was, other than good company. He led the girl that greeted him into a cozy little corner of the main floor and settled down in a nest of cozy cushions on velvet couches, and spoke to her quietly, making a subtle gesture for Damon to join them.
"Would anyone care for a drink? I would," Dorian said, and picked up a nearby decanter filled with wine, pouring two glasses, before looking to Damon. It was his way of confirming his suspicions.