It had not occurred to him that his companion might not be aware of what a restaurant is, himself having visited plenty within his lifetime for the bar or as a means to woo his interest for the night before coercing them into bed. Admittedly, it had been some time since he'd seen fit to visit such refined establishments, much less to woo someone in a fashion that required him to venture into such a resturant. Still, there was something altogether pleasing of the notion of bringing the fairy King next to him to such a place. To be settled across a table with just the pair of them, it was enticing. Then again, any time spent alone with Dorian was altogether enticing for him. For now, however, Sebastian was entirely content to settle with the fried food resting on his lap, the man falling silent to enjoy his meal up until the point where Dorian's voice interrupted him. There was something altogether alluring with just that simple brush of Dorian's thumb on his lip, his skin there sensitive enough as it was that the vampire was caught entirely off guard by the teasing words that left his companion's lips.

Despite this, Sebatian was hardly one to not continue their ongoing charade, not when he too enjoyed it so. He loved every reaction he so manage to coax out of Dorian and in turn he too enjoyed what teasing his body was assaulted with. The vampire surely wanted the fairy King more than he should have allowed himself to. One day, he was certain to regret becoming so attached to the man. It made his heart more vulnerable than it had been in over a century. It made Sebastian all the more attentive of his actions as he leaned forward to brush his lips over Dorian's jaw line. He was aware of that sharp breath that left his companion's lips, the action alone made Sebastian smile against Dorian's skin as he so sweetly whispered the fact he wished to impart upon his lover. Oh yes, Sebastian too was capable of being observant when it so fitted him, even if he rarely spoke or acted on such knowledge. "I hear so much when it comes to you." His response was perhaps as gentle as his original words were before he kissed the skin on Dorian's neck, pulling back ever so slightly only to return to the meal that they had previously been sharing.

Sebastian himself popped the last chip into his mouth no sooner then Dorian had finished his own meal, the man crumpling up the paper into a ball before his attention was stolen once again by the fairy himself. The vampire nodded all too willingly, his own body falling quickly into step beside Dorian though he failed to reach out to the man in the same way he had done prior, instead allowing his companion the freedom to chase whatever stalls or articles he fancied. He was perhaps decidedly unsurprised by the man's fascination with the antique section of the market, though most pieces were no older than Sebastian himself. He recognized many of the goods that they passed, them reminding him entirely of his own era or ages he'd lived through with his own eyes. It was silly how much olden things had a way of putting the vampire at ease for their simple ability of being familiar. The vampire himself had become momentarily distracted by a tray of pocket watches, his fingertips momentarily reaching out to brush against the detailed faces of the copper and gold articles. Despite his momentary interest in the items though, the vampire remained, as ever, entirely aware of his companion's location. It was, in a way, almost second nature for him, the man always assured he remained within the relative space of the fairy King as they made their way through the still busy streets.

As of such, the utterance of his own name was enough to immediately pull the vampire's attention, the Englishman politely saying his goodbyes to the watch connoisseur before making his way to the side of Dorian himself. His gaze briefly swept over the teapots and cups he was faced with, the man effortlessly able to identify their age. After all, so much of English life revolved around simple tea that even their kettles and cups were chosen with care. Carefully, Sebastian took the offered cup in his hands, the vampire studying the china far more than listening to the history the sales woman attempted to inform him of - history he perhaps knew better than even herself. Still, he hardly expected what came next, the brush of Dorian's hand upon his back instantly earning the fairy King the vampire's attention. After all, though Sebastian might have been willing to push the boundaries, Dorian himself had never been so inclined to do within the public eye.

The vampire was intensely aware of the fairy king's side pressed up against his own, his skin felt almost hot beneath his clothes by the simple closeness. It made him feel young all over again - the naive innocent boys who first earn the attention of a woman. Oh how Dorian managed to so infatuate him! His gaze briefly drifted towards the man next to him, observing him out of his periphery vision whilst doing his best to appear as if he cared in the least about all the facts of tea and china the sales woman was getting incorrect. The truth, however, was that Sebastian was entirely aware of each slow inch Dorian's hand moved further down his spine, his body tingling with each passing moment, goosebumps ran down his spine and for a moment Sebastian found himself doing his best to resist the urge to squirm, entirely wanting Dorian's hand in places that surely would not be appropriate in their given location. A soft breath left his lips as Dorian's hand finally found his pocket, cupping his bottom in those already well fitted jeans. Dorian's voice pulled the vampire from his cravings, his gaze shifting towards the man beside him as he responded in a entirely distracted fashion, "Hm?" His navy gaze momentarily dropped down towards the cup in his hand, as if the man had forgotten he was holding it all together.

It took him a moment to regain his train of thought before he nodded ever so slightly, "Yes, I suppose it is...do you want it?" His gaze had turned entirely to his companion now, his tongue briefly running over his own lips. His breathing had changed ever so slightly, it perhaps being no secret now how much he desired his companion in that moment - though really with Dorian it hardly took much teasing at all to bring about the man's carnal nature. He lusted after the fairy King and surely made no secret of that. Oh how much Dorian was playing with fire! It was surely that which caused Sebastian's lips to part once again, relying on the simple certainty that the woman in front of them hardly seemed French at all. His own gaze had turned back to the cup within his hand as he spoke, "Oh les choses que je ferais pour vous, mon cher, si nous ne cherchions pas à des tasses de thé." (Oh the things I would do to you, my dear, if we were not looking at teacups).