A strange, unnatural creature pops in and out of presence and Dorian can't find it in him to be surprised. Even when reality cracks before him.

Is he really that old now? Dorian wonders. An unpleasant thought.

"I won't have much to do with their sort, given a choice." He puts his hands in his coat pocket (a greatcoat he bought in 2006) and glances around. "Time to find the exit, I think."