"True enough." Dorian can think of a few very specific charred bridges that he'd have trouble crossing now in such a way if it's what he desired to do. "That is what time does to us all, if nothing else. Produces eccentricity. Variability." If there's a wine bottle or other alcohol nearby, Dorian's going to reach over and refill his now-empty glass.

"I was speaking from a self-referential perspective when I supposed that immortals might crave the personal or intangible, or an experience."