Dorian is sitting in an armchair in the library, reading a book, there's a glass of wine on the side table, from which he sips occasionally At times, Dorian just hums or chuckles as he reads his book Eventually, Dorian hears footsteps on the stone floor and looks up at you, the torch providing warm glow "..Ah!.. The inquisitor...what do I owe such pleasure, from such beauty?" he smiles and reaches his free hand up to his moustache and twirls with it a bit as he tilts his head