"Welcome to one of my favorite places on earth," Ambrose said as he led Archie into the lounge and nodded toward one of the seats at the bar. He walked around to the other side, fetching glasses. "I suppose in Vallo as well, wherever this is." He gave an unconcerned shrug and looked at Archie, who he put slightly older than Sabrina. Maybe even old enough to drink legally here.
"Do you drink?" he asked. Because old enough or not was inconsequential. "If not, this may be a good time to start."
Archie had shown up at the mortuary looking haunted already, and fighting off the devil-forsaken rabbits hadn't helped at all. From their brief conversation previously, it seemed the younger man had plenty on his plate. So Ambrose had brought him to Dorian's Gray Room to escape the day-to-day activity at the mortuary and see if Archie did indeed wish to talk.
He poured himself a glass of whiskey, grateful to have Dorian's liquor supply at his disposal.