Dorian AragonaHis Royal Majesty

That gentle assurance from the vampire that the very tale of his and Sebastian's own first meeting was surely a romance for the 'modern ages' further prompted that grin upon the Monarch lips. To be so declared 'modern' in any sense, was something of a matter of pride for the age-old Fae. Dorian having worked so hard these past few months to bring himself and his thinking into the modern day without losing the very values that had been the foundation off his own society and upbringing. It was a difficult balance to be sure and yet Dorian was assured it was a critical one. After all, modern times held so very much in the way of ideals and forward thinking and concepts that the Fae King near marvelled at and yet still- there was much of the past he wished to retain in turn. So many of the old ways and manners of thinking holding a charm all their own. Dareios insistence that he was happy for him saw the Fae lift his own glass in turn to that subtle gesture, that warm simper upon his lips still.

"Thank you, mio amico."

He offered warmly. Dorian so rarely provided any insight into the depth of emotion he felt for his companion. Sebastian and himself, even with one another, rarely voicing those very feelings and yet he could hardly deny their existence in any sense. The love the pair shared displayed each and every day in those things they did for one another alone. His world so revolved around the man he had chosen to marry, those endless centuries spent alone only further ensuring him off his choice in this. How foolish it seemed that he had once dreaded the idea of marriage within his youth and yet, here he was, positively looking forward to his wedding day! The Fae King seeing little harm in sharing such truths with Dareios. The vampire was near the epitome of discretion and he held little fear of the irishman running to the press with that tale of the one night stand he and Sebastian had never publicly shared. That official story simply remaining that they had met at a bar. Which, in truth, they surely had. Even if they had never gone into the bar itself. That very establishment having been on fire at the time. Perhaps, a century from now, that very curiosity would feature in some trivia section about them. Dorian smiling softly at the thought.

The sudden use of that slang however had a way of distracting his own thoughts. Dorian oblivious in that moment to Dareios own consideration of that love won and lost so long ago. The idea of a Mr Willy Nilly distracting him entirely as he glanced with clear curiosity toward the vampire. Dareios readily allowing that laughter to fall from his lips as Dorian merely continued to look toward him with surprise. The Monarch failing to see what was funny about it at all before the vampire good-naturedly suggested he simply forget it. Dorian sure he would ask Sebastian later just exactly who this man was. The man simply nodding before Dareios sought to agreeing to arrange that meeting between him and that curator of the museum. The Italian rather delighted by the prospect.

"Excellent, thank you. I look forward to meeting him."

After all, if Dareios believed the city would value having those books on loan from himself in the very least then he was glad to offer them. The city had been good to him, Dorian content enough to return that favour with his own patronage, in a fashion. It was perhaps those very thoughts on the city and Dareios' place as mare that further prompted those unusual questions then. After all, a vampire in such a position was an unusual thing. The very species, by nature, seemed to prefer to shun that spotlight and yet, Dareios by all accounts- seemed to embrace it. Dorian had witnessed so first hand those issues that came with Sebastian's efforts to feed in a city where near every individual knew him and a scandal could not be risked least it appear in the papers the next. The future Prince of Italy could not be portrayed as a...predator. Even if Dorian so knew it was exactly the nature of any vampire to feed in just that fashion. The Monarch himself largely having made peace with his lovers eating habits long ago. Still, to know just how Dareios managed such things was a curiosity to him.

He hardly anticipated that answer the vampire offered then, Dorian finding himself near pleasantly surprised by Dareios attempts to put into words a feeling that, Dorian himself, was assured he understood in some sense. Dareios, like any good leader, took pride in seeing the actions of his choices. In seeing the world made better because of them. He strove to help his people and that, Dorian was assured- was a rare trait.

"I think, Dareios, that you have the makings off a very good leader. The very sought the world lacks for precious few are brave enough to take it up or to have their lives so scrupulously examined. The public, I think, does not always understand the toll it takes- but you do it all the same. I should hope you never lose such ambition. It is a rare quality."

His words were entirely genuine. Dorian meaning each one. How unfortunate the man was not a citizen of Italy. They could use such a candidate in their own political race. Dorian decidedly unimpressed with those men currently fighting to be prime minister. Dareios, for his part, seemed determined to improve the images of vampires and bring them too into that modern age while shedding a few of their more.....predatory images. Dorian hardly found he blamed the man in any sense. In fact, he rather supported his ideas in this. Surely the world was ready to see vampires in a more positive light? Surely they were ready for it? The idea that Dareios had given up feeding directly from humans however was distinctly surprising. More than that, he was working to find a...falsified blood source of sorts. Would other vampires truly be willing to undertake such a lifestyle in turn?

"You must have a very great will power. I quite admire your efforts. Although does blood from the blood bank not taste....unsatisfying? I can hardly say I know well the taste of blood and yet does it not, I don't know, lose flavour when it is no longer within a body?"

Perhaps it did taste just as fine and yet somehow the Monarch found himself doubtful. Dorian rather curious of the idea as he finished his wine then. He would be rather displeased, in every sense, were Sebastian to cease feeding from him. Those intimate moments they shared, especially those that involved that blood were by far some off his most favoured and satisfying. He respected Dareios efforts to be sure and yet he found himself in near two minds of it all the same. That simper returning to his lips then.

"Thank you for tonight Dareios. Your assistance and your gift to Sebastian and myself are greatly appreciated."