[Not that his staff would be a tool easily broken, but all the same he appreciates the interest enabling John's respect of this piece of Dorian's property. Not that there is much in the way of stuff that can actually be damaged in this room that leaves Dorian with something less to be concerned about given that most of the stuff he did keep would be dangerous to destroy...well, where he was from anyway.

Taking John's request to heart Dorian conjures up two bottles of wine instead of one, it will set him back a few bottles, but occasions do call for more than one bottle of fine wine and he's certain John could drink an entire bottle on his own, call it a hunch, but their time spent together on the boat was a good indicator of the man's drinking habits. Those habits either matched or exceeded Dorian's own and Dorian was quite the drunkard.

Along with two bottles Dorian withdrew the blade normally affixed to his staff so that he could re-purpose it into a sort of cork saber. It was no cork screw, but it did the job and Dorian doubted very much that he would have any need of the corks, certain the wine in both bottles would be finished before this was all over.]

To being ill-bred plebeians then. I don't trust a gentleman anyway...all that niceness, it gets a bit too...nice [Dorian passes John the first opened bottle before prying the cork out of his and taking a deep drought]...before you know it all that niceness melts into something else...pious bastards.