Dorian closes his eyes as he receives the kiss. Through his memories, it, too, takes immortality.

"I'm not sure I quite like that one," Dorian says with a smile, as if he cannot see his old friend ageing before his eyes. "I'll see myself out."

And he leaves Lord Henry to whatever thoughts may charm or haunt him. Dorian goes home. He settles down to reread for the first time in months The Picture of Dorian Gray.