[ Yes, he is a grade A hypocrite, but surely Dorian knew this already. After a slight narrowing of his eyes, he tips his head back and empties the glass in a few gulps. Ethan stares up at him for a moment before biting back a laugh. ]

I can't tell if you're thinking about hitting me with that glass or not.

[ He reaches up and pants his cheek with a hand a few times, the other one eventually joining it so he can hold his face between his hands for a moment. The humor is still there but it quickly fades. ]

I wonder what life would have been like if I met someone like you earlier. Maybe we'd both be in a better place, Dorian.