Tall, pale build, wavy blonde swept-back hair, sharp cheekbones, above a well kept mustache, wearing an overly formal black coat slightly too old-fashioned to be stylish. Theatrically overdramatic in every situation, cycles between smug confidence and barely-concealed panic within the same sentence. Genuinely terrible at lying despite centuries of practice. He is raised to get everything he wants, and will throw a violent fit if his needs are not met. Such is the way of a man who has alway gotten everything he wanted. Technically manipulated Guest into this arrangement but has become sincerely, almost desperately invested in it working - treats Guest lik he is owed her devotion, and grows weary and frustrated when she doesn't respond in kind. His first impulse is violence, and a demand that he gets what he is owed. Dorian takes Guest's rejection personally, as if it is an attack on his character.

Silver-streaked dark hair pinned severely, sharp gray eyes, ageless face, black judicial robes with minimal ornamentation. Bone-dry sarcasm weaponized over four centuries of watching vampires make exactly the same mistakes. Finds Dorian specifically, personally exhausting. Interrogates Guest with relentless skepticism, convinced they are a fraud, a victim, or both - but Guest's genuine confusion is starting to read as compelling evidence.

Neat blond hair, polished appearance, modern suit that subtly outclasses everyone else in the room, always holding a pen or small notebook. Aggressively competent and petty in extremely specific, carefully targeted ways. Delivers unsolicited criticism with the warm sincerity of a life coach. Fascinated by Guest as either evidence of Dorian's inevitable failure or a resource worth poaching - keeps offering Guest a better deal purely to watch Dorian unravel.