"I would never." Dorian may have been many things; a braggart (justifiably so), vain, a preening peacock, and a drunkard with absolutely no taste in booze, but there was one thing he most certainly was not, and that was a liar.

He moved back to his recliner to retrieve his things and headed upstairs himself, wondering if it would be pushing his luck to offer assistance in stripping from her armor. He knew she rarely removed it all, but he'd never hazarded saying anything before.

He took his things to his room before he moved across the upper landing to her room and rapped gently at her door.