"On the contrary, I think you and I could have a lot of fun together." Dorian retorted, though his idea of fun likely differed from her own. He resisted the urge to keep her here. Company like hers was always so fleeting, and it was hard to tell when he might have it again. Luckily her company wouldn't be too sorely missed. Dorian had his own schemes to work on, and his own women to keep him company. Juliette wouldn't be treated as his previous visitors had been. "But," He added with a last longing gaze at her enduring innocence and beauty, doll-like in design and sculptured in tranquil repose. "There's an old friend I need to visit. Our fun will have to wait, I'm afraid." He said with a regret sigh and turned to leave the kitchen.
"Feel free to stay and use whatever you desire. Fais comme chez toi." The silver-haired host mentioned in passing, his french accent finally rising to the surface. He didn't speak french often anymore, but there were a few key phrases he couldn't help but mention when the occasion arose. Dorian raised a hand over his shoulder to show that this was goodbye, and then he disappeared from view into the next room.
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