Oh to hell and damnation with all bad-mannered Americans-!
"Sticky fingered?" Dorian asked, his face a mask of refined upper-class ignorance of the vulgar parlance. "Do you mean like some kind of potter or something? Never was one for the clay and wheel, though I've studied the odd Greek flower vase now and then! Funny thing, is art. But a drink would be topping, come to think."
Reaching for his pocket in this situation was immensely gauche, but it was, he thought, the fastest way to redirect the conversation.
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"Sticky fingered?" Dorian asked, his face a mask of refined upper-class ignorance of the vulgar parlance. "Do you mean like some kind of potter or something? Never was one for the clay and wheel, though I've studied the odd Greek flower vase now and then! Funny thing, is art. But a drink would be topping, come to think."
Reaching for his pocket in this situation was immensely gauche, but it was, he thought, the fastest way to redirect the conversation.