I don’t know what’s worse - you calling it magical s&m, or the fact you’ve made me entertain the idea of my father in it. You have no idea how much worse the fashion scene gets! Once, I wore a vest, cut above the abs, with intricate knitted ropes for sleeves. Perhaps I should attempt to recreate it for a date, as I’m sure you’ll appreciate the view.

[When the man speaks up again, addressing the figure behind him, Dorian raises his voice a bit high in effort to talk over him. He doesn’t want to hear this, but he can’t find it in himself to move, to look away. Instead he clears his throat, the dialogue continuing without him participating. A disastified sigh, followed with This is how it has always been...

Nothing happens here. This is simply the last time I spoke with him before he was assassinated. His face is a bit round, but it wasn’t always... I suspect he took on a bit more weight after I absolutely ripped our family name to pieces.