The look Malek is content to offer the serving man momentarily distracts Dorian from his rather pleasant close proximity and the all too intriguing touch of the vampires hand on his leg. The fae's own silvery gaze moves to drift towards the bartender, if only momentarily, the man hurriedly seeming to return to his task in the wake of whatever he had seen upon Maleks features and yet truly Dorian hardly finds he cares. He was a servant wasn't he? He was supposed to perform his task and little else and as such Dorian hardly sees any issue with such a thing- returning his attention to the far more intriguing man beside him. The manner in which his words only seem to draw Malek closer is hardly unwelcomed, Dorian finding himself almost curious of what the vampires next action might well have been as he near stands above him- halted only by the rather abrupt truth the Fae finds upon his lips. The Whisky, it seems, making him far more inclined to speak words he would otherwise have hardly ever considered offering aloud. Indeed the moment such a statement leaves his lips he finds himself frowning at it's admittance, unaware perhaps- of how very true such words were for his companion in turn. His contemplation of it however- exists only so long as it takes Malek to make himself comfortable beside him once more, the mans attempts at comforting him hardly missed though Dorian merely chuckles, hand waving lightly in assurance.

"You need not seek to comfort me mia amico, this drinking, it makes me say things I think."

He chuckles softly once more, content enough to brush such a thing aside, though truly Malek's efforts were hardly unappreciated. Indeed Dorian found he rather liked the man. He was good company and such a thing was decidedly hard to find. Indeed Dorian had lacked it for over five hundred years. The vampires determination to continue drinking however sees a momentary look of surprise touch the fae's features, both eyes lifting upward. The room was veritably spinning as it was! Dorian entirely sure he cannot remember when it was so he last felt this light headed and yet the idea of moving, of wandering back outside into the cold of the night, seemed distinctly unpleasant. In truth the Fae King is not entirely assured he can walk, Malek's delight in this game to be had an infectious thing, Dorian merely nodding his ascent although how much more he can drink before he finds himself upon the floor is surely debatable. The fae, it seems, is destined to experience his first true hangover. It is Malek's offer however, that seems to draw Dorian's focus once more, a simper touching his lips now.

"This I agree to then, how can I not when it is so you do such a....thing with your eyebrows. We shall see where the night takes us."

He laughs readily this time, seeming to find a genuine enjoyment in this eyebrow waggle, such an unusual gesture! The offer however, is not unappreciated, though Samantha would surely take intense displeasure in it. Even so, Dorian is not entirely assured he knows where his own home is even if he wanted to return to it. Modern streets are difficult to navigate. Dorian spending most of his days lost and yet he seems to find his way all the same. The vampires question as to how he had come to be here at all tonight sees the conversation returned to a more neutral ground, Dorian leaning back upon the bar once more with languorous ease, head resting back in his hand in a manner almost graceful despite his inebriation.

"Ah, but that is such a story you ask for! I shall tell it all the same though. I am not supposed to be outside you see. I was placed under house arrest by the woman I live with, I suspect she does not have the authority for this but alas- what is done is done. Yet it is so she goes to a place called 'work' at nights, she does not return till the morning and I can be entertained by books only so long. Tonight I went for a walk and it was so I saw this place, I have not been within such a place before and I found myself curious. It is, how you say, a flaw in my nature- I am curious of new things and this world is filled with them."

It is perhaps the most Dorian has ever spoken in one sentence and yet such is the effects of alcohol, Dorian entirely content to tell Malek near all of his tale for the night. A small frown of sorts mars the man's features a moment, gaze returned to Malek now after a moment's consideration.

"Malek- where is Narnia?"

This is perhaps- an utterly ridiculous question and yet to Dorian it is entirely serious, the man oblivious to the notion that such a place did not exist- his age and inexperience in this world perhaps showing itself far more clearly now.

"The woman I live with told me she is the Queen of Narnia."

Dorian Aragona