He had not expected anything less, truly, then the manner by which his vampire companion sought to disregard the apology he was offered. Dorian, after all, was entirely used to doing just as he pleased, with whatever company he choose to keep merely following in his wake regardless as to whether they truly desired to or not. After all, as King, it was his right to do just that. Sebastian's opinion however had come to mean something to the Fae, enough, at least, to offer the man some apology for bringing him to an event he surely held little actual interest in. It was a truly unusual feeling, one the Fae is not entirely assured how to address and yet he found he wanted the vampire to enjoy himself in his company. He wanted to tease that simper onto his companion's lips if only because such an expression was decidedly pleasing to see upon him. Oh, what a tangled web of emotion he was beginning to weave about this man and yet, for all the ways in which Dorian most surely sees it occurring- he simply has no desire to stop it. It would do him no good in the end, he knew it as surely as he knew the sun would rise and yet he has become entirely selfish when it comes to Sebastian- of that he is sure. All things end, at some point or another. Their time together too, would inevitably find some ending, just as they had with his previous lovers and yet....for however long he might be allowed to keep the vampire to himself- Dorian was inclined to do just that. Sebastian, after all, was not like any of his previous lovers. He had not felt this about them, any of them, whatever emotion this was, was something entirely more potent than he has felt in a long time and for now at least- Dorian remains wholly content to embrace it.

His words however, seem to incite within Sebastian a desire to find this food of his homeland, Dorian merely watching his companion in silence a moment as they browsed the rather vast selection of stalls that seemed to trail off in every direction. Markets, he thinks, have not changed all that much since his time, though indeed what they are selling and the manner in which they are selling it is decidedly different. It is with no small measure of curiosity that the Fae finds his attention returning to Sebastian once more- the vampire seeming to have rather determinedly taken up this search. Indeed, he moved very near as if he could scent what he desired to find and truly Dorian finds an utter fascination in such a thing, both eyes lifting ever so slightly in surprise and yet he hardly seeks to stop the man. He moves to follow the vampires lead, only to suddenly find Sebastian's hand reaching back to enclose his own. It is the simplest of gestures, one offered without any true thought the Fae is sure and yet one that sees his own heart flutter slightly once more until Dorian is very near assured he can feel it within his chest. It was such a pleasing gesture and yet within the same motion Dorian is very near shocked by it. They are, after all, within a public place. Such things, between men, were surely not allowed- if not heavily frowned upon and indeed for a moment the Fae is very near convinced Sebastian will be the death of him here and now.

He waits for some shout, expecting to see a guard marching towards them and yet despite the gathered people they are barely offered a glance. It is almost as if the crowd remains unbothered by such a thing so publically displayed, people politely stepping aside to allow them to pass- Dorian rendered utterly stunned by the very fact no one seemed alarmed. His grip tightens ever so slightly within his companions hand now, relishing the feeling of it, a veritable plethora of questions stirring within his mind and yet for the moment at least he finds himself distracted from all of it by Sebastian's apparent arrival at what he deemed to be the food of the English. It is almost a shame, truly, that the vampire is forced to release his hand- Dorian bemoaning the loss of it and yet the parcel he is presented with rather quickly seeks to ensnare his attention once more. He reaches easily to take it from the thoroughly pleased looking vampire, turning it briefly about within his hands before those silvery eyes lift to the navy of his companions own.

"Why....is it concealed?"

Did the English, perhaps, enjoy unwrapping their food? How did one consume it? It is a decidedly rare event for the Fae to eat at all. Food, in the end, had simply failed to hold his interest any longer. He hardly required it to live and in time he had simply ceased to feel hungry. It was a human habit, in the end and one Dorian had done away with several hundred years ago. Yet here and now he finds himself inclined to make an exception to his own rule. He gestures, briefly, to the nearest bench- moving to seat himself upon it before turning his attention to Sebastian once more, quite determined to follow the man's lead in this as he moves to unwrap the paper.

"This is the food of your people?"

There is genuine curiosity to the words as his gaze passes over what appears to be hot, golden brown sticks. How one was supposed to eat such a food remains to be seen and yet if this was what the English seemed so proud of, Dorian is at least determined to try it. That it is, evidently, eaten with the hands however is yet another shock for the Fae- eyes widening slightly upon Sebastian once more before he simply moves to mimic his companion, selecting a chip from the pile before bringing it to his lips. A sudden grin, working its way across his features.

"Oh, it is potato, magnifique!"

He exclaims softly, evidently content in this discovery before reaching for another. He enjoys the crunching the golden coating provides and yet more so he enjoys the salt that sticks to his fingers, Dorian moving entirely without thinking to bring his finger to his lips- brushing his tongue along it to remove the salt in a gesture decidedly child-like in its innocence before he seems to realise entirely what he has done. The man hurriedly drops his hands lest he be caught doing such a thing so impolite as licking his fingers. He is sure, now, that he understands entirely as to the weakness this food seems to encourage if it is so even a King of Italy might forget his manners in its presence.

"If this is not your best then your best, I think, must be beyond compare."

A simper traces softly upon his lips as he reaches for yet another, entirely content to enjoy the meal before him as he has failed to truly do since his arrival within this city.

"Bastien, do you wish to know something I know?"

There is a decided tease to those ever-so polite words, Dorian abruptly lifting one hand to the man seated beside him, the slate hue of his gaze meeting the blue of Sebastian's own once more as he brushes his thumb slowly and ever so softly along the other man's lower lip.

"Sometimes, it is so, you forget to breathe when I touch you, do you know that?"

He chuckles softly, moving his hand away with the same suddenness as which he had offered it before bringing his thumb to his own lips to lick the salt from it once more, teasing at the other man so unashamedly before leaning back upon the bench to eat yet another chip. Dorian, it seems, is in a decidedly glorious mood tonight. He is...happy, genuinely so and it has been so long since he had truly recalled that feeling. This perhaps seeming to allow a distinct playfulness to taint his words.

"We have decided we like the English food. The English people are....alright. We think, later, we need to try them again to decided."

Dorian Aragona