"Yes, I'll say," Dorian says, careful not to laugh at the state of Marius' poor footsies. Or to call them footsies. He thinks Marius might object to such a childish word in his current state. Dorian can see that they're dirty and worse for the wear.

"Come on then, let's see what size you wear."

Before he can think not to, Dorian takes Marius gently by the hand to lead him to the shoes at the back, stacked up on tilted fixtures against the wall in neat rows.

"Then you'll be all set, and you'll have the day off. No more Dorian in your business."