[ There's another moment of 'how the hell does he know that' while Dorian pauses, frowns, stalls for time a bit. ] I'm not jealous. And I don't have delusions that I'm his one and only, if that's what you mean.

[ Because he didn't. Hell, Dorian was about 90% certain that their 'who am I gonna sleep with' circles were practically concentric. ]

I'm skittish over Matthew because I'm not paying you to be a nosy little housewife. I just don't see what this has to do with anything.