Ah yes, he imagines I'm good and he's terrible, which makes me wonder somewhat at his judgement of character. Although you seem charming so far. But have I really scandalised you?

[He plays at a pout, upturned edges failing to give it the desired effect. He's curious, now, that someone should have been told about him. If he knows anything of Byerly it's that the man rarely acts without a purpose.

He gestures to his leg, stretched so that one heel nudges Dorian's thigh.]

Is it the ankles? I hear they're quite the risque revelation in some societies.