[Dorian leads Adrian into the room by a hand, stopping them as they find the typically plush Tower master bedroom arranged over with garments of varying fabrics, colors, and levels of extravagance. Most of what's been pulled out is in shades of white and black, but a few pink and red pieces dot the area, too. Most everything is more feminine in texture and shape, including a few pretty corsets in differing lengths and styles, but he's included a few more masculine items as well: pants in dark shades, jackets with brocades embroidered into them. It's a smorgasbord of eclectic tastes, with some options verging on the gaudier and more Liberraci end of glamorous. When they stop, Dorian brings the dhampir's hand to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it, holding the man with his gaze.]
I'd be delighted to keep one. [Genuinely. The idea having a photo is oddly nostalgic - he remembers keenly when he found out that Harry had kept multiple sketches of him, too. Another parallel.]
So. [He releases Adrian, and gestures to the roof around them.] Anything catch your eye?
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I'd be delighted to keep one. [Genuinely. The idea having a photo is oddly nostalgic - he remembers keenly when he found out that Harry had kept multiple sketches of him, too. Another parallel.]
So. [He releases Adrian, and gestures to the roof around them.] Anything catch your eye?
[That seems like a good place to start.]