"Oh, I don't know." Sebastian didn't seem particularly bothered by this because he wasn't. Perhaps it was a bad habit, but Sebastian had taken up the idea of simply accepting things and refused to complicate his life by worrying too much about anything. This meant that he had never really gotten the calming introductory-information package, as he had never thought to ask for it.

"I bumped into Dorian - Dorian Gray, have you met him? - at the Botanical Gardens in Oxford. Only for him, it was Hyde Park. It was all very peculiar, as it was my summer - still is, actually - and his winter. And when we, or rather I, bumped into Monsignor Bell, Dorian didn't see him at all, and I don't think Monsignor Bell saw Dorian, which I suppose could be very foreboding if one wanted to take things that way, but Dorian seemed convinced it had something to do with the Astral Plane. Which makes sense, as Dorian and I are separated by a few decades, I believe."

He delivered this ramble with the smoothness of a legato piano piece, then punctuated his song with a sip of Brandy Alexander. A few people were still watching him, but most were content to believe him drunk or just odd (someone suggested that Aloysius had turned invisible) and so most of the patrons had chosen to leave him alone. He, of course, didn't pay attention to it either way.