[Well this is a look, isn't it? The angel's going to get a quick elevator gaze from Dorian from a few paces away as the immortal processes the apparent gladitorial armor the angel's treating everyone at the party to. Resident party animal warrior angel, he supposes?

Beyond that, Dorian can definitely appreciate someone who looks just about as drunk as he feels, and as into the party as he himself is. Beelzebub seems like fun, which is more than enough to make this particular immortal approach.]

Lord Beelzebub, isn't it? [The smile he offers is genial, if tipsy.] Dorian Gray. The Lady Amartolosa gave me your name-- it's a pleasure to meet you.

Truth or dare?