Accepting Faolan's choice to be boring, Dorian takes his tea with honey today. This ceremony complete—so crucial to etiquette at home and so important to Dorian now as a way of managing events to be understandable to him even in a foreign context—he takes his seat across from Faolan. Another pretty smile, and this time, Dorian has a fuller chance to appreciate the man in front of him. Handsome, not ornamental. Someone that blends in. With instinct not yet honed into intuition, Dorian feels that Faolan's simplicity of style compliments Lancelot's own, although he cannot name the manner, except perhaps to say that Lancelot is the simplicity of natural light, and Faolan is a candle's shadow.

"As I said, it is my pleasure to meet with you." Never so common as to ask if there is business to be attending upon, Dorian instead says, "The Lord Marshal has been so very kind to me, and it would be terribly ungrateful not to welcome one who is held so high in his esteem."