The pretty words were more than a pick up line, they were a prelude to far more. With words, and meticulously well-timed smiles and stares into the eyes of a girl, Dorian was quite able to, using the innocent face and beautiful body he had, very easily get the girl to do most of the work for him. Soon, his pants were neatly undone and spread open and the girl he'd had beside him was between his legs, and he was sipping his wine with a nonchalance and amusement that most men would find unsettling. He watched Damon.
"And how many women would you say you pleasure to death in a month, Damon?" He asked with a tiny smirk.