I'm just thankful we aren't going to tell ghost stories of anyone that's been made into a meat pie on the way down. Imagine what their spirit would look like? Horrendous.

[It's a morbid subject to be smiling about, and yet? Dorian still offers one as he takes a seat down beside her.]

Don't make me jealous if you get a gentlemen in your bedroll, now. What drink do you miss the most?