Typically, Dorian prided himself on being a decent lover. He always did his best to ensure his partner was enjoying herself and took his time with the build up. Intimacy was as intricate a dance as any half composed ballet, after all. His release would come eventually, just as it always did. Dory could usually afford to wait awhile.

However, after hours of watching the dancers in their enticing costumes and having whatever the conversation with Greengrass was, Dory was desperate for relief. A brothel would take too long, seeing as he would have to converse and select his mate for the night. Not to mention none of them would be particularly fun to be in bed with. Prostitutes were only as fun as the coin one paid, and Dorian had spent more than his fair share attending the Sonata.

Winnie came to mind almost instantly. Their standing arrangement hadn't been used since before Christmas, but that was more due to their demanding schedules than anything else. They moved hard and fast, and at the end Dorian still wasn't completely sated. A piece was missing. A certain firmness he refused to accept as natural.

"Mmm, yeah. I'm sorry about that." He laughed. "I - uh. Yeah. It's been a bit."