[ Well, aren't you a little... thing. Dorian tilts his head at her entrance, more amused than anything else. Can't say he's too surprised when he's not sure if this place is the Fade. ]

Oh, trust me, it's possible. Don't know how they do it, but it's quite remarkable.

[ Dorian shrugs, finishing off his tiny appetizer before looking down at the girl. ]

Most Orlesian hams are all about presentation, but the taste underneath is quite foul. Something about metaphor and the Grand Game, I imagine.

[ he knows well enough that she didn't really want to know about his taste in hams, but he's more than happy to hear himself talk. ]