"A fine gentleman such as yourself shouldn't be out here chasing for scraps, my boy." The condescending voice of Lord Henry spoke as he and Dorian stood by the tables at a large gathering that usually happens once every month.

"They are no scrap, Henry." Dorian spoke out, a hint of irritation in his voice as he defended his ex spouse. "To label them as such is quite foolish of you, knowing that they have and earn more than you'll ever do."

"Now, now. Let's not get too ahead of ourselves here, Dorian. Remember who you're speaking to." Lord Henry warned. "I think i remember quite well." Dorian scoffed before turning towards the entrance, just in time to see the only person that he looked forward to seeing every time.

Brushing past Lord Henry, he dismissed the fact that he had barely excused himself before he walked off, rather eagerly as he approached his beloved ex.