[ Nothing illicit is going on, Dorian is merely sitting in bed sans makeup, seeing to it that his hands are perfectly manicured. Of course he's not asleep- it's much too early, but late enough that a trip to the bar seems silly. Dorian looks up from his task as she enters, a warm smile on his face. ]
To what do I owe the pleasure of your radiance tonight?
action.
To what do I owe the pleasure of your radiance tonight?