Sorry bud, all the really good drugs got used in in Dorian's massive depressive January sadness binge. But he understands entirely what John's talking about, even though neither of them have actually said the word 'your portrait.' What else would Dorian want to protect so much?

"It is." Dorian's voice is resigned, a bit tired as he looks over at the door. "It was at a safety deposit box, but when that black-out happened, I had to move it here as soon as possible." He's tired of people using his portrait to get at him. It's been over a hundred and fifty years of people using his portrait as blackmail. The fact that he's got such an obvious weakness annoys him to no end. So, bring it to the apartment, shove it behind wards, keep his insecurities and his regrets at such a close corner that nobody else can use them against him ever again.

"Do you want to see it?"