"A little excitement to get the blood boiling?" Dorian quirked a brow as he sipped his wine, running a hand over the thigh of his companion. "He's a man of very good taste, I admire that." His fingers played around the hemline of the woman's dress and he looked into her eyes. "Such fire in you, my dear, a brightness that belies the dark life you lead," He murmured, before chuckling and looking over to Damon with an idle glance. Wondering if, for a moment, the other man was quite as public as he.