Dorian gives a guffaw at the idea that Marius managed to get a gift card to a sex shop in return for language tutoring. He is very handsome, and moreover, Dorian can only assume now that what he's heard about Orlesian men follows through with French ones. They must hold some sort of allure that the domestic sort just didn't have.

"She must have seen a little je ne sais quoi in you," he jokes. The sales attendant doesn't seem to be nearly as amused as Dorian about the turn of the conversation he's having with a child, however, and she lets Dorian know with a glower over the forbidding tortoiseshell frame of her glasses.

"Sure, a spa. Close enough. Why not?"