Lord Henry looked at Basil's face before he spoke. 'Tell me, does Dorian Gray care about you?'
The artist thought for a few moments. 'He likes me,' he said at last.
'I know he likes me. Usually he's very friendly to me, but sometimes he seems to enjoy hurting me. He says unkind things that give me pain, Harry. And then I feel that I've given myself to somebody who thinks my heart is a pretty flower. A flower that he can enjoy for a summer's day, and can forget tomorrow.'