He can't sleep. He tried, but his bed now has the very distinct and familiar scents of exotic spices and something else he can't put his finger on. But it's definitely Dorian. On his pillow. And then he lays there wondering how many other nights Dorian might have spent in this bed that he can't remember now either.

Finally giving up with a sigh, he gets up and dresses again and goes in search of the man. Finally finding him in the bar, he approaches curiously and arches an eyebrow at the sight of what Dorian has already had... and what he still has left.

"Planning on working your way through Wonderland's stock in one night?"