Poison

"You've poisoned me, did you know that? I'm sure you do." Dorian Gray remarked all of a sudden.

The youth spoke in such a light, flippant manner that it was no wonder that it took his companion more than the customary cluster of moments to realise that he really was serious with his remark. He had not though the topic important enough to, or perhaps too important that he could not bear to bring himself to draw his gaze up and away from the half-drunk glass of wine he was swirling about