[h3]Wherein the Declarations of Dorian Grey can be Found[/h3]

[i]How quaint.[/i] Well that was something new. Oh well, asking upon that would not be polite. After all, he was in Polite Society, well a mimicry of it. And as the situation was one that was supposed to emulate that of proper society, Dorian Grey would continue to be the Victorian Gentleman he was. Mister Grey stared at Bianca and tilted his head to the right. With his left index finger he tapped at his cheek, pursing his lips ever so slightly. 

His eyes drifted upwards as if he was in thought. They quickly returned to glancing back at the lady. "Oh yes I do understand Biancabella, though I must inquire if it Ms or Mrs?" Dorian Grey gave a small smile towards the lady. Oh of course it was a pleasure for her to meet him. He was, after all Dorian Grey, whose own beauty influenced his dear friend Basil Hallward to refer to him as a Young Narcissus. After all, his beauty was just as magnificent as the God's own stunning appearance. 

"Yes, it certainly is a pleasure." Mister Grey glanced back behind him, at the festivities still in progress. "Ah yes, it certainly does provide new memories to those on both sides of that ideological fence. Mister Grey thought back to the various other social events he had been through. Oh those, those were the days. Hmph, this event was a pathetic event compared to the social galas he had been through. However he was a Victorian Gentleman, and he was receiving hospitality. Hm, perhaps he had a far more entertaining option to go through in answering this.

"Well, the evening has certainly left quite the impression." Dorian Grey glanced back towards the festivities as he noticed the band preparing for the next set. He returned his focus to Bianca, "Well, well. It looks like it is time for another set. Shall I have the honor of dancing this set with you?"