With a second woman with which to concern his currently idle hands, Dorian grinned a bit. "Less so now," And he turned to Damon after licking the breast of the whore while the second continued to work. "Mm, and I most certainly agree, why limit one's self to one form of beauty when beauty comes in all varieties? Young, old, male, female..." He pressed the open wrist of the woman against his lips and made them red with her blood, an open invitation. "Dead or alive. Though I've never, so to speak, had relations with anything that couldn't move of its own accord. That would be boring." He put one of his hands down to push the first woman away and shoo her off to Damon's side of the little nest.