[Harry isn't the only one who hasn't seen anything like this, but all of Dorian's previous witnessing (or partaking) has been behind closed doors. The experience was always dampened by a sinking feeling of the fact he shouldn't be there, the touches far too rushed to be anything of worth. The openness of the event? The fact these people aren't using the cover of the night? It's all very enlightening.
He's delighted. He has a second mug of ale in hand when he turns to face Harry, eyes already full of mirth widening when he recognizes that face.]
Thank heavens? I'm being deprived, not seeing how your skin has faired. [Without so much of a second thought, he's placing his free hand over his chest to feel the material of the suit.] But I suppose this is charming enough.
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He's delighted. He has a second mug of ale in hand when he turns to face Harry, eyes already full of mirth widening when he recognizes that face.]
Thank heavens? I'm being deprived, not seeing how your skin has faired. [Without so much of a second thought, he's placing his free hand over his chest to feel the material of the suit.] But I suppose this is charming enough.