[He knew that Vanessa was already aware of his tastes--after all, people talked and gossiped all the time, especially in their society. Dorian didn't care. He proudly flaunted his difference in their faces just to provoke a reaction and laughed while doing it. So he doesn't feel the need to tiptoe around the subject at all, and wouldn't, regardless.

His self-consciousness comes more from the contract itself, and the idea of practically owning another human being. Because freedom is an important aspect of his life and has been for quite some time. He knows she's aware of that, too.]

And you shall. [Raising his gaze again, his smile turns more gentle as he reaches out to touch her hand again, simply resting it over hers for another touch.]

Once you've been settled, and have some proper clothes again I'll arrange for you to meet him. I would say it could be today but... [He cocks one eyebrow at her and briefly bites his lower lip.] ...I fear he might be quite scandalized by your current state of dress.