Dorian would, he was assured, never fully grasp these modern day humours. Samantha had gone to the greatest of lengths in an effort to so educate the man on jokes and irony and sarcasm let alone the endless episodes of the shows she played upon the picture box in an effort to so endear him to those more laughable modern day situations and yet it was a distinctly rare occasion in which Dorian would any amusement in any TV show- the man often far more inclined to correct the dress, posture and manner of everyone within it. What people seemed to find decidedly amusing today nothing more then the most blatant of rudeness in his own time. William too- seemed to be in possession of this need to laugh at what Dorian's perceives to be wholly incorrect times. Even so, in this, the Monarch is aware that it is he himself whom is surely displaying poor social etiquette, William doing no more then seamlessly displaying the humour of this modern time while Dorian merely stared blankly- the Fae attempting to paint something of a simper upon his lips all the same. He never truly would discover what had so amused the man about his words and yet, he supposed, it was not inclined to matter. This talk of countesses one Dorian understood far more readily, his head tilted softly to the side in some consideration of the mans words before he allows the barest of scoffs to part his own lips.

"I am not surprised you have been paid no further compliments. The modern day seems to hold a distinctly different understanding of courting then my time or even your own."

Dorian had, from the picture box shows and his own observations within the park, come to note that people's attempts to afford each other even the most basic of compliments was often drastically different from his own, courting as a whole, seemed to have lost all measure of charm- much as dancing had over the years. It was more the pity really, the men and women of today hardly seeming to be aware of what they were missing when it came to that delicate interplay of word and touch and gesture that so dictated the proper manner in such things. It is only that mention of the still-healing bite wounds upon his neck that sees any measure of wariness return to the Fae. He knew little of Hunters, in truth, yet that which he did know provided the man with every reason to be wary. After all, they had been the very cause of his misery some months ago and indeed if the words of his companions were to be taken as truth then Hunters made a living upon the destruction of his own kind. Although as to what crime he had committed outside of existing he hardly knew, those questions he finds himself presented with answered only after a moment of due care. Dorian wholly content to protect both himself and Sebastian in this- the Fae offering the man little more than that which he had asked for- unwilling to offer any further information in regards to his Consort lest the Hunters intention prove to be more nefarious then they seemed.

The almost dejected tone in which the hunter himself so speaks of those vampire bites sees the softest of frowns taint Dorian's features a moment, pushing back the words that rose upon his lips in eternal curiosity of just what this mans experience of vampires was- such a question decidedly outside of decorum before he offers a simple nod of his own head now. As to what he might require a Hunter for he hardly knew and yet he held little intention of so disrespecting the Duke by declining this offer of assistance should he ever require it. Dorian hardly foolish enough to merely cast it aside even if the very presence of the man stirred something of an unease within him all the same. A natural feeling he supposed and yet one that was, for now at least, easy enough to ignore- allowing it to merely gnaw at the back of his mind.

"I have acquired a cell phone recently, I shall have it remember you- if I require your assistance in something I shall have it send you a letter."

'Text' it seems, is a word he had not entirely mastered the use of, those silvery eyes staring now towards that extended hand with no small amount of bemusement- Dorian paused for several moments in some attempt to understand what William wanted from him before at last moving to take it- even despite the odd shaking motion it was afforded. Yet another ridiculous custom of the modern world and yet one that seemed to please William all the same as Dorian offered his own pedigree in turn. That all-too pleasing bow that the Hunter so suddenly took up is so wholly familiar to the Fae in its expression that he is simply unable to prevent that simper that touches his lips, his own head dipped ever so slightly in the proper acknowledgement and acceptance of the man's gesture, his smile easily returned now as Dorian finds his hand released.

"It is quite all right, it seems everyone uses first names alone now and as I said my full titles are laborious to say and you needn't bother for this evening. Besides, while you are astoundingly tall for a man I find you pleasing all the same."

That glorious grin remains ever in place, Dorian's attention turning then towards the very building that had so captivated his attention before as Samantha sought to shoo him away from it, inquisitiveness clear within his gaze, quite content to search William's knowledge in some hope his newfound companion may hold those illusive answers to the eternal mystery that was Samantha's place of work. The words he is offered however, see his own silver eyes lift upward.

"Do you know, I asked her the same thing on the day we met and she assured me that is not her profession? I was dubious of this, she was dressed in very...small clothing, but I think this is simply the way of things now. All the women seem to dress in this fashion and she has a suitor whom she has carried on with for some month's now- though I am yet to hear any talk of marriage. I am quite sure she is not a prostitute."

It was, he supposed, just as Sebastian had said. Marriage was not as it used to be, the meanings behind it vastly different and yet six hundred years of belief were distinctly difficult to undo. William, however, seemed distinctly determined to show him, Dorian moving to fall into step beside him- lingering closer to the man then was perhaps entirely needed and yet the building was positively crowded. The Fae King not yet used to being amongst so many people, the man making every attempt to assure he stayed close to William as they approached the stage.

"Burlesque? No I have no- good gracious!"

The women that appeared on stage but a moment later were barely dressed in any sense, those feathered, sequined outfits, dazzling though they surely were beneath the lights so seemed to only just cover those more intimate of areas- the crowd seemingly entirely appreciative as the music began to play. The mix of shock and utter disbelief upon his face is surely clear, silver eyes wide in that moment. Some far more.....masculine part of himself almost intrigued by those slender limbs and smooth curves so presented to him and yet a far more dominant part of his being is so entirely stunned at women in such a state and upon a stage that he finds he barely knows where to look- the man fixing his gaze firmly upon the floor. Gaze flicking ever so briefly to the man beside him.

"William! You should not be looking at women in such a state of undress! What in the name of the heavens are they doing? This is not the sort of art I remember. They are not going to get off the stage are they?"

That a scantily clad woman might approach him, is evidently, quite the concern.

Dorian Aragona