"That I was your experiment." The silencing hand falls, and Dorian does not even notice himself rising before he is on his feet. Lord Henry's unbroken facade and his careless twisting of words, pretending that he doesn't know what he has done, that if innocence isn't his he at least has ignorance. Dorian can't endure it.

He wants Harry to deny it. He wants Harry to admit his guilt. Lord Henry might have freshly felt betrayal, but that injury has festered unattended for years now in Dorian, and it twists to make him speak.

"Do you have any idea how long it took me to realize that? Even with this book, even with friends trying to me to make me see, I defended you for decades." Half of a laugh turns Dorian away from Lord Henry. "Not that it matters to you, except for study. I wonder if you can tell me, Harry, how much of you is standing back and watching this with interest? Don't say it. I don't want to know."