It had not occurred to the man that this, truly, might not be Sebastian's home. He recalled indeed the man mentioning that he had not had a home in many years and yet Dorian had merely taken that to believe that until he had acquired this establishment he had remained nomadic in a sense. Then again, he had been so much focused on drawing the vampire upstairs that much of their conversation before had failed to truly register within his mind until he had taken to considering it later. It was curious really, this sense of...foolishness Sebastian seemed to stir within him. Even despite the rather placid, controlled exterior the King often presented, such a thing is merely ingrained from centuries of habit. In truth, the interior of his being was far less controlled. He had never before been given to idle daydreams or anticipatory nervousness in any fashion and yet the mere thought of this man seemed to press him to the very edge of appropriate decorum each and every time. It was almost ridiculous really and yet- somewhere in between this visit and the last-Dorian had simply come to the realisation that some things were simply better off accepted then considered. Sebastian, somehow, seemed to render him just a little bit ridiculous and Dorian hardly finds himself opposed to that sensation. It almost makes him feel alive in a fashion he has failed to be in five hundred years- and he likes it.

The sudden stuttering of the already flustered servant girl sees the man look up from the chair he had been directed too, the silvery slate of his gaze falling upon the vampire. It is fortunate, perhaps, that they are hardly alone within this room- Dorian prevented entirely from embracing the man the way his mere presence seemed to incline him to do- the Fae given several seconds to collect himself as Sebastian strides forward. His gaze however, hardly falters from his companion. His heart rate surely increasing even ever so slightly, Dorian having not truly considered that such a thing was well within Sebastian's ability to hear as he returns the man's bow with a nod of his own- just as they did each time. The simper of pleasure upon Dorians own features is perhaps something of a break with tradition is and yet one it seemed they had both decided to forgo tonight. His own accented lyrics offered in turn.

"Indeed not. Your housekeeper was very attentive, she continued to bring me a lot of tea."

He hardly drunk tea, tea was for the sick and yet it had come to his attention through his own readings of late that tea was apparently for the British on every given occasion and it is his belief perhaps, that the girl was merely attempting to embrace the vampires own culture. He gestures briefly to the girl herself, her features positively aflame in a manner that very near amuses the Fae. Ah, but she was so very young, even by human standard. He offers her the faintest of nods of politeness before easily rising from his chair and making his way towards the door and out into the night. It is only here and now, away from the eyes of the hotel staff and in these few stolen moments of privacy the Fae King is truly given to appreciate his companion as they walk. He does not fail to note any part of the man from his shoes, to his dress, to that ever pleasant cologne the Fae had found himself near relishing. Such a scent, after all, had become so entirely connected with Sebastian. It is mere chance perhaps, that sees the faintest touch of light from a street lamp reflect from the white gold chain about the vampires neck- this a new edition, capturing Dorian's attention as his stride pauses a moment. His fingers reach ever so gently upward, brushing with curiosity along the chain and too- allowing his fingers to grace the vampires skin before he reaches the man's shirt collar with the softest of sighs.

"Ah, but I shall have to follow this later then, it seems."

He chuckles softly, withdrawing his hand with ease though he holds some assurance of what rests upon the end of the chain all the same- a rather pleasurable thought in truth and one he is all-too eager to discover. Even now, even after two couplings with this man already Dorian most assuredly still desired him in every sense of the word. The marks Sebastian had left last time upon his neck and wrist very near healed now, no more than the faintest of shadows and yet lingering all the same. He returns to walking beside the vampire once more, the night air perfectly pleasant, Dorian often finding the heat of the day overbearing. His fair skin too- was hardly used to the sun's rays so intently just yet.

"I see then that you received my letter. I held some doubt. The woman I live with, she attempted to explain this postal system to me but I am still not sure I understand it. It hardly matters, I merely delivered it myself in the day."

He has never before mentioned his housemate and yet surely it had not escaped Sebastian's attention the last time he had been within Dorian's home that more than one person had lived there. Several household items after all- were entirely the belongings of a woman and not a man. Much less much of the décor held distinctly feminine touches. One hand moves then, to reach easily into his pocket, producing a small and folded piece of paper he moves to pass to his company now- a single street name written within that aged and flowing calligraphy across it.

"Bastien, do you know where this street is? I should like to go there, if you are willing."

There was, after all, something he wished to see tonight- the street itself still within the Eastern side of town and not terribly far.

Dorian Aragona