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[ He isn't her Dorian — Vanessa knows that to be true, knows it as deeply as any other incontrovertible truth that has arisen here — and yet when she opens the door to him, the sight of him before her is still enough to temporarily catch her off-guard. Her breath doesn't catch anymore; those telltale, human responses are denied to her now that she's a vampire, but perhaps her surprise can be attributed in part to the styling of curls atop his head, the well-tailored fit of his clothing. All things that feel so quintessentially Dorian Gray, even if it doesn't happen to be the Dorian she's most familiar with.

Regardless, her smile is genuine as she greets him, swiveling forward to gently brush her lips against his cheek in the ghost of a kiss before retreating and indicating the interior of the house with the sweep of a hand. ]

Come in, please. Would you care for anything to drink? I could also give you a proper tour of the place, if you're interested, although as far as potential guides are concerned you have only myself or the cat to choose from — and she comes and goes as she pleases.

[mayfairmonster]

Why don't we do a short tour and then drinks? [Seeing the ways people decorate their spaces is always diverting -- and it can be revealing.] I'll admit I'm curious about what it's like living with ghosts. I had a few in Mayfair from time to time, but they weren't what I'd call friendly. More like petty and vengeful.

[Smiling, he allows her to take him away, and deeper into her home.]

Do yours like a clairvoyant?