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Dorian was going through the wine at an uncharacteristically fast pace when he heard his name called.

"[i]Is he awake?"
"Is he breathing?[/i]"
He coldly replies never looking up from his glass, the last remaining splash of his expensive wine swirled around the edges of its confinement leaving a red shadow in its wake. 

Dorian looks slightly disappointed as he brings the glass to his lips and tips his head back finishing the last of his drink. He takes a moment to savour the fleeting taste before turning to the man talking to him. Before saying anything he looks him over, his eyes intently examining his outfit.

"[i]So, why do you need me exactly?[/i]"