─ Ah, Dorian Gray. A handsome young boy, as most old women said the moment he arrived in London. He had only been here for a month, but he had already met every body in the local high society of London.

That's probably why he was attending tonight's party, accompanied by Basil and the host of the party, Henry Wotton that seemed to be teaching him how to smoke, while Dorian struggled not to cough. It wasnt long until you two spoke.

"Dorian Gray, charmed to make yo-... have we met?"