[Dorian takes the vial back. He looks at a moment, frowning. And then he throws it back and finishes it off. And he hopes, he truly hopes, that he works. He doesn't want this to happen to him.]

My name is Hermione Grange—damn! [Glancing at her, he flushes.] I apologize for my crudeness. [Swearing is rude.] I do think . . . it works on me.

[—wait, that isn't what he meant to say. Um.]

My name is Dorian [good] Granger. [WHAT?]

[He pauses, open mouthed. He has no idea now.] Ah?