The Devil Within

"Here," said Henry and handed him the pipe. Dorian hesitated just for a moment before he took it.
"I've never seen a place like this before," he said.
They were sitting in an alcove in the back of this dimly lit room.
Henry took his forearm and moved it so the pipe was now above the oil lamp.
"Now breath in," he said. Dorian complied. And started coughing.
"You know, Henry, they say you are the devil. Advising me in order to corrupt me."
"Don't listen to them. Think. Make your own opinion."
Dorian nodded. And then he tried again.