Dorian had become used to that look of awe that others so seemed to find whenever Matteo's age was mentioned. Dorian long since having come to suspect that his father might well be the oldest Fae left in existence and yet he hardly dared query the Frenchman on it lest the man find his ego decidedly overcome with amazement at the notion. Matteo was barely tolerable as it was, he so hardly intended to increase his Father's delight in the world around him any further. Brennan's ready suggestion that a life could hold a great many accomplishments when given two thousand years to live it so readily seemed to prompt that grin to the Monarch's features once more. Dorian chuckling softly as his head simply shook good-naturedly all the same at the very thought of just those things Matteo deemed achievements.

"One would think and yet, do you know? I quite think he spends most of his time lounging on one thing or another."

Dorian was, in that moment, so wholly unaware of the true extent of his own Father's achievements. The Monarch only having truly just begun to know the man himself and yet that chance to so have his car repaired readily seemed to prompt his thoughts elsewhere. Dorian content to follow Brennan out of that bar and into the cool of the evening. The Warlock seeming decidedly at home outside and on that street within the middle of the night in a fashion Dorian was assured he himself might never be. At least not within this side of town. Charles was quick to greet the pair, Dorian largely unaware of that near silent conversation that had so occured between Brennan and his manservant. Charles having become decidedly flustered in the Warlocks presence. The pair seemingly content to eye one another. Charles readily unsettled by Brennan's near roguish demeanor and yet to this the Monarch remained all but oblivious. His own thoughts concerned with that tale Brennan had asked for and indeed just the best way to tell it. After al, he found Brennan agreeable enough and yet he was hardly so foolish as to afford a man he had met but hours ago with each and every potent detail off his very life until this point. Just what sort of man Brennan was in every sense still remained to be seen and yet, even despite his near foolhardy eagerness to receive this Blood magic books the Fae could so hardly help but consider he was, if nothing else, an honest man. Even if not in the traditional sense.

It was a curious thought to have of another, one Dorian had not quite found himself considering of any other being he had met so far, at least, not in the same way. He suspected, to some extent, that Brennan had engaged in no small amount of illicit activity in his life and yet, perhaps as he was accustomed to do in near all things, the Italian King was inclined to see the good that existed too. No matter how deeply nestled and hastily shoved aside it might be. Brennan had, he suspected, answered each of his questions honestly so far- that too spoke of just what sort of man he might be. Dorian inclined enough to help him, at least to some extent. So provided the Warlock looked at that car in turn. Brennan insisting that story helped him work, if only to offset the silence. Dorian pausing once more to consider those very words and how best to tell that story without finding those emotions tugging to strongly at him. That story came easily enough, once he had started. Dorian regaling the warlock with that tale off his own family and the true strength a Blood Magic Curse could exact. His own veritable curse lasting near on five centuries! Charles, for his part, so attempted to assist throughout that tale by searching for those tools Brennan seemed to desire. Dorian watching the Warlock with a distinct curiosity as the man seemed to summon those tools to to his hands. The Monarch, despite himself, so seemingly to fall victim to that very interest any and all men seemed to have in anything mechanical occuring- whether or not they understood it. How clever Brennan was to know all these things!

That sudden insistence however that the man had no true idea about the Spanish Inquisition saw Dorian's own features fall into a frown. How on earth one did not hold knowledge of such moments in history he hardly knew! The Fae King content to insist that perhaps he would include a book upon this very topic for the man- along with a bible for good measure. The Warlock seeming to consider that proposal before agreeing it could hardly hurt to take a look at it. Dorian nodding readily in turn and yet his silver-hued gaze narrowed suspiciously all the same. The man quite suspecting his companion might well have been lying to him in that moment and yet, for now, he was willing to allow such a concern to pass. Brennan's question on his being alone for all those years was answered honestly, Dorian so hardly having been along in that glorious palace- not with so many servants to attend to him and yet that very palace, for all its glory, had been little more then a gilded cage of sorts. One he had once feared going back too after his escape and yet- with Sebastian he had replaced but near any bad memory of that place at all. With Sebastian that palace had become home again. How ironic it was that it had taken a vampire to restore life to that place. Yet he would so hardly have it any other way. That near lamation from the other man that he had chosen the wrong species prompting that simper to the Fae's lips once more.

"For what it is worth, we Fae do not speak of such things very often, our ability to survive without food or water is a....how you say? Trade secret? You cannot be blamed for not knowing."

Dorian's own shoulders lifted in a shrug then, the Monarch assured Brennan could hardly judge his choice in species- if indeed he had chosen rather than merely being born as such- without ever having held or the information to make such a choice all the same. That query on just what Dorian had done for entertainment was answered as honestly as that question on his company. The Monarch hardly ashamed to admit he had managed some form of entertainment. In the least his bed had never been cold. Brennan near insisting he would hardly have minded such confinement if there had been endless women to attend him. Dorian chuckling softly once more, his head shaking ever so slightly in amusement in the far younger man in that moment. That sudden rendition of that hellish place Brennan had found himself in prompting that glimmer of concern to Dorain's features once more. What a terribly dreadful place that sounded! At least until that mention of whiskey. A look of intrigue returned to the Fae then.

"I am surprised they have whiskey in this hell."

It seemed a terribly odd thing to have in hell. Dorian quite assured that seemed more a peasantry then an inconvenience and yet, truly, he hoped never to find out. The place sounded....horrific. That Brennan had survived it at all was perhaps a testament to the mans fortitude. Yet, as always, it was that very question of the woman involved in all this that seemed to make the warlock pause. Dorian a decidedly observant creature when he chose to be. The fae having lived long enough to read most men decidedly well, even if he was often content to pretend otherwise. Brennan seeming to debate on that answer before affording it at last. She was happy- or so he believed. Having resisted his charms (he was mostly sure Brennan's hair still needed fixing and this probably would have helped him a bit really). Dorian's lips parted to speak once more before the other man asked after a book on women and getting over them.

"That, I fear, is a book no one will ever have. I have lived five centuries and I still do not know how to heal that. For what it is worth though, if she is happy, then perhaps you should take happiness in that too. Perhaps it is not with you she found such things, but she has found them all the same. She has moved on, you should honour yourself and look to do the same. She is not your soul mate."

Ah, but how well he knew soulmates. Dorian so hardly choosing to elaborate on just what he knew of the topic beyond that advice gently offered. Even if he knew so 'getting over' that girl would be no easy task all the same. Brennan made those final adjustments to that wheel then before leaning away to announce it ready. Dorian content to eye that new tyre a moment even if he so hardly knew just what he was looking for all the same, his head nodded in satisfaction before that gesture was made to Charles. The manservant hurrying forward with that card, Dorian thanking him politely before offering that card with both his address and the number for his secretary printed upon. The Fae content to assure Brennan understood at just what hours were acceptable to call. The Warlock seeming to understand well enough before his preference for tea saw Dorian lift one eye. Did he intend to drink...alcoholic tea? Sebastian would positively have a fit at such an idea!

"I shall give you two lumps of sugar plus cream."

That, as far as Dorian was concerned, seemed decidedly wild. The sudden appearance of that bottle saw his eyes widen yet again and yet he had seen Matteo manage similar things in turn. Perhaps he should ask the warlock just how he was doing it. Dorian so hardly expecting that bottle to suddenly be held towards himself with the insistence it was a late wedding gift. The Fae very near content to argue Brennan had not attended the wedding and surely was not required to gift them anything and yet- that matter of gift giving was as much a weakness for the Monarch as it was for his husband. Both men raised in a time in which to so much as question a gift was but the height of rudeness! Dorian largely oblivious to just how rare and decidedly exquisite that alcohol truly was. Sebastian sure to recognise it instead. The Fae reaching to take that bottle with a nod off his head. That warm grin returned.

"Thank you, what a marvellous picture of a stag! It is my Sebastian's favourite animal, you know? I am sure he will enjoy it immensely."

That suggestion they could keep the tools readily saw Charles reach to load them into that sleek town car. Dorian momentarily considering whether or not he could paint those very tools with enough practice before his attention returned a final time to Brennan. Those words wholly genuine within those accented tones.

"Thank you, Brennan, for your assistance tonight. It was very much appreciated. I shall have your books for you in return when your ready for them. I look forward to seeing you again, you were one of the more interesting beings I have met of late. Good evening."

Charles had already returned to that drivers seat to start the car. Lucian hurrying to open that door for Dorian to climb into the back of that car before a bodyguard so moved to sit either side of him. That bottle of whiskey he quite looked forward to showing his lover nestled within his lap as that car pulled away from the curb and that curious Irish bar. Dorian quote looking forward to home and so telling Sebastian off his night so far.