"We're here sir." He opens the door.

I nod. I step out. I hand him my cane. Huh... this place looks a lot bigger than I thought it would be. I see people looking at me funny. Yes... I know that this place is magical. That this place holds every fairytale creature in existence. So I fit right in. For there are so many stories about Dorian Gray and his enchanted painting and untamed beauty. Heh. I'm not an everyday face for these people that I know. Everyone who walked by was looking at me. I'm used to their eyes.

The air is still and smells like roses and a hint of glitter. Quite strange. I turn. Ah. The name I wanted to see. Mr. Gold. Gold? Really Rumple old friend. Gold? I know you love it, but it seems kind of annoying.

"Wait outside." I say.

"Yes sir. As you wish." He says.

I open the door. He doesn't turn. Wow... he looks older than I thought.

"What can I help you with?" Rumple turns around.

His eyes widen and he almost looks like he jumped. 

"Startled?" I raise an eyebrow.

I walk forward. I move my hand over the glass. 

"I shouldn't think you had forgotten me." I say.

"No... just starstruck." He looks down.

"Been a couple years." I say.

"Indeed." He walks forward.

"Bad limp?" I joke.

"Something like that." He says.

I run my fingers up his chest.

"Dorian... I... I-" He starts.

"Shhh. Let's find somewhere private to talk." He pulls off his coat and throws it on the floor.

"There's a backroom." He turns.

"There a bed?" I ask.