Dorian is thus far behaving himself, though he's helped himself to Basil's chair. He's lounging there with perfect ease, and it's probably a bit eerie to see how much of Harry is in his posture and gestures. Basil is on the sofa and he looks fretful, fidgeting with his cigarette case.

Dorian peers at Aria curiously when the young man brings the tea things.

"So do you do all of the housework? You really don't have a maid or a cook?" He asks and while his face has an innocent, open look about it, there's something cruel and nasty about the way he asks.