Oh, what spiritual turmoil we must be causing. [Dorian gains a wicked grin, picking up a mocking tone of his own. It's deeper, more ceremonious as he raises his hand with great flourish.] Scions of our houses, so openly ridiculing their practice careful breeding. The shame of the family name!

[He can't keep it up, though, lest he lose himself in another fit of laughter. Instead he takes Prior's hand, shaking it formally as if their position weren't the opposite already.]

Would you drink with me? It'd be a shame to succumb to inebriation if there isn't someone joining me in it.