I love you. They were perhaps the three most terrifying words that Sebastian knew of. They were words that the vampire had certainly heard before, time and time again. He'd brushed them off with a simple 'I know' or 'You too', or something equally as uncommitting as actually saying those words himself. Then again, Sebastian had never had a need to say them before. He realized, now anyways, that he'd never really truly been in love. Those feelings that Dorian was so effortlessly able to create in him were altogether foreign to him - they were overwhelming and all consuming and entirely impossible to simply ignore in the fashion he had attempted to prior. No, he could no longer deny it, he loved Dorian and perhaps, for the first time, he was truly accepting that as he stared into those intoxicating silver eyes that stared so inquisitively up at him. It took a moment of quick thought to readjust the admittance that almost left the vampire's lips, his forehead gingerly bumping against his companion's as he softly stated that Dorian should, at least, enjoy this moment, as fleeting as it was. As much as he hated to admit it, he was innately aware of how late it was and just how few hours were still afforded to him.

His own crystalline gaze followed his companion throughout the tank, admittedly perhaps more interested in Dorian himself then the fanciful fish that lined the walls that surrounded him. He thought particularly little of the King's stance, such a position of hands was still far too common within his own day, when the etiquette of bowing was still a large part of the Victorian man's life. Indeed, Sebastian himself often found him doing it at times, such habits broken only by years he'd spent within this modern world. Regardless, the vampire, as he always did, remained never more than a few feet from Dorian himself. The Englishman entirely seemed to gravitate around his companion, eternally certain to keep him near by if only for those possessive urges he so struggled to sedate. Sebastian answered even the slightest syllable that left Dorian's lips, always appearing nearby anytime the fae King found anything of but the slightest of interests. The vampire hardly spoke a word against the hour they had spent observing the exhibits within the museum, rather he was entirely content to simply enjoy what was left of his evening within Dorian's presence alone.

Eventually, however, and perhaps too soon for Sebastian's preferences, the man found himself being led into the same room they had so started at in the first place. A small frown crossed his lips only from the simple fact that he had little else up his sleeve to so further warrant keeping Dorian's company, even if he still very much longed for it. His own gaze slid with Dorian's towards the clock upon the wall, a soft sigh leaving his lips. The vampire's blue eyes shifted back towards his companion at the sound of his own name. His inquiry brought the softest of simpers to the man's features as he stepped closer towards his companion till there were but inches separating them. "I do." He uttered in response, his head tilting slowly to the side. Ah yes, this notion that so toyed with Dorian's mind. Sebastian found that, more often than not, he enjoyed those ideas that his companion so carefully crafted, even if they too teased at his mind with intrigue and promise of what was denied for him till next time. In a way, he had anticipated nothing more than this - a pleasurable concept that Dorian might leave him with and the promise too of another meeting to fulfill whatever newest physical desire that so tugged at him. What he received, however, was something else entirely.

There was certainly no denying the surprise that lit the man's features, the vampire perhaps too tired to master concealing his emotions in the fashion he so usually did. Tonight he was struggling - struggling with not simply dropping those walls he often upheld entirely. He was aware of Dorian's gaze upon him, just as he too was aware of the way in which the fae's heart pounded within his chest, the tempo having increased ever since the man had first said his name. Why such a prospect might bring him such a peculiar sense of nervousness, however, was entirely lost upon Sebatian. After all, did Dorian not yet realize that Sebastian was entirely incapable of rejecting him? Sebastian reached forward, cupping Dorian's face within his hands. His thumb gingerly caressed the man's cheek in a show of affection. "Still your heart, my King, do you not realize yet that I am entirely yours to have?" He leaned forward, his lips pressing softly against the corner of Dorian's own before uttering softly in response to the man's original idea. "I would like that very much, Dorian, though I would be surprised if you managed to stay asleep the entire length of time the sun is up." That simper once again crossed his features as he pulled away ever so slightly from the King, his head motioning towards the exit. "Shall we then? The sun will began rising soon in the next few hours and I'd like to be home before the sky starts to lighten."

It was, sadly, the simple fact of the vampire's life. Summer was still in full swing, permitting the vampire with particularly fewer hours than the livlier species often received. Still, the man took certain measures when it came to his own life, ensuring he was not reckless in fighting the rise of that sun. No, cutting it close for what little daylight it provided him was hardly worth the pain the sun's wrath had upon his pale flesh. Still, Sebastian hardly expected for Dorian to sign onto being as nocturnal as he was, as endearing as the man's assurance was to remain at his side. The vampire knew, simply enough, that it was hardly as easy as Dorian made it seem. Regardless, he held out his hand to his companion, waiting only for Dorian's fingers to slide into his own before he began to lead the way out of the Aquarium and back to that ebony vehicle that so dutifully awaited their return.