"I've only had one painting done of me," Dorian said with a murmur when the girl with the bloody wrist slid down his body to straddle him as well, and he let out a murmur of pleasure, deciding for a moment to be distracted by her nibbling at his bloody lips. He chuckled as she cleaned them off with a passionate kiss, and rocked her hips in a way that only the professionals could.
"And your kind never ceases to amaze me. You've given up quite a lot for something I've got with none of the drawbacks, save damnation. Though I don't exactly have the abilities your sort have been said to possess." He easily rolled the woman over and pinned her to the couch, becoming far more aggressive with her, making her moan loud enough for the crystal wineglass nearby to sing out an echo.