[Lily and Dorian Gray admit to each other that they have secrets]
Lily : You must like hidden things, for you hide things very well.
Dorian Gray : As do you.
Lily : I don't know what you mean.
Dorian Gray : Don't you, Brona?
Lily : Or is it Lily now? Or is it some divine admixture of both?
Dorian Gray : This room is made for secrets.
[Lily sits on top of Dorian Gray's body, as she holds her hands around his neck]
Lily : How old are you?
Dorian Gray : [Dorian gasps] Ancient.
Lily : Can you die?
Dorian Gray : [Dorian chokes] Find out.
Lily : When we could do so much together. No. This sad little world is ours.
Lily : [Lily lays over Dorian, as she bites his ear off] Now... let me see your power. Go heal yourself... my beloved immortal.