I've drunk a lot of interesting things, [ Dorian admitted, with a small sheepish laugh. One of the perks of being an immortal, he supposed. But as for drinking interesting things, Dorian pursed his lips in thought. ]

I doubt this place has a good vintage anything, [ he remarked, as he looked around the building. It certainly didn't look like the type to haveIt wasn't empty, but it wasn't crowded. If this conversation did turn sour, at least there were other people to entertain him for the evening. ] You mentioned absinthe, though--I think I'll have that.

[ If only because he hadn't had that drink in so long. While he drank fairly regularly as part of his social life back home, it was with other young men and women, wanting to get drunk and forget all about their monotonous dull lives. Not the sort of people who would appreciate a good absinthe. ]