he sips his wine and relaxes back in his chair, still feeling the phantom of the paintbrush in his hand. He zones out as Lord Dorian and Lord Henry's voices blend into murmurs of buzzes in the back of his head, all until Henry mentions the girl from the theatre that dorian likes. Youre making me wish he never mentioned the girl. He states, annoyed at how head over heels he is for this woman. He goes back to his wine and thoughts as Henry pours his poisonous theories into Dorians head.