Dorian peels away the paper on the books one by one to reveal the titles. He stops and admires them, each one, as he goes. Admiring the heft, admiring the look of the covers, leafing through to look at chapter titles and illustrations with the loving attention to detail of consummate reader. The last that he opens manages to get, more than just a noise of quiet approval, a bright, sloppy laugh. He's certainly not expecting to find, nestled between the non-fiction, a piece of literature bearing his own name in the title.

"You are a delight, Marius Pontmercy, did you know?"

He peers toward Marius with a bright look, ferocious and unself-conscious.