The vampires inquiry as to his sleeping pattern, or perhaps more correctly, his lack of such a thing these past few evenings merely sees the Fae King shake his head as if to dismiss the worry that might so afflict his lover over something so wholly trivial. He was not quite willing, entirely, to admit the truth of the reasons behind his restless nights- if only for how utterly foolish it might sound. The lack of his companion these past two weeks had so thrown his internal rhythm that Dorian had been left pacing the floors of his home at what Samantha assured him, on those few nights she was in, were ungodly hours for anyone to be awake. His fear over the very belief that Sebastian had left so entirely, even despite the Kings firm assurance that, one day, he would do just that- had kept the man up well into the daybreak if only to see him fall asleep over lunch. It would achieve little, of this Dorian is assured, to so inform his companion of just in what other ways his departure had so afflicted him. After all, the vampire had since returned and Dorian cared little to recall the days prior.

"No, I have not, but it is no more than mere restlessness, it will pass."

He so allows that simper to return to his features, the Fae assured such things would indeed simply pass if only for the knowledge that he could feel such exhaustion pressed upon him already. Sebastian's return had so readily assuaged any fears that had encouraged his wakefulness and indeed within their place he has merely been left with the simple tiredness that had so been kept at bay until now. Indeed, sleeping, especially beside his lover- would surely come with no difficulty at all. Dorian more than content to share in this simplest of intimate activities as he has never quite done before. That his companion was still decidedly willing to hear of his ideas sees the softest of chuckles fall from his lips, the Fae King already assured of several he was quite determined to subject his lover too, though for now he keeps the very nature of such to himself. It is all-too easy to find his fingers so laced with the man's own, this notion of hand-holding having become a simply accept nuance, Dorian no longer finding any concern with such a gesture within a public place. There is something almost comforting within the dark embrace and decided warmth of the car, Dorian's prior fear of the machines all-but vanished if only for the very distraction the vampire so seemed to provide his mind as a whole. It is, perhaps, these near constantly inquisitive thoughts that so sees the question pass his lips.

It is perhaps the turn of the Fae, this time, to allow his head to tilt ever so slightly at the response he is afforded. That Sebastian might have trouble so recalling when it was he had last eaten is something of a surprise to the man and yet this notion that he had not slept in some time, else been otherwise occupied perhaps explains much within itself. It had hardly escaped Dorian's observation that for the first time since he had met the man that his companion had appeared tired. Though to afford him comment on such a thing would surely be in decidedly poor taste. As to what the vampire had so been involved in upon his trip that demanded such wakefulness Dorian hardly knew and yet too- he hardly inquired after it. This mention of microwavable blood, however, saw even the Fae's features form something of a grimace. Blood, at least for food, held little appeal to him as it so did his lover and yet the idea that it might be somehow re-heated was objectionable to even himself to consider. Why his companion had not been able to find a more agreeable meal he hardly knew and yet here and now such a thing mattered little. Dorian, instead, entirely content to offer the man a perhaps more preferable alternative in himself.

The sudden stillness that so seemed to overcome the vampire in the wake of his offer is hardly unobserved, Dorian so allowing that soft simper to find his features all the same in perhaps the faintest touch of amusement. Sebastian, when surprised, so seemed to be in possession of a trait that rendered him still and forgetful of his need to breath. Such an offer however, was hardly frivolous upon the part of the Fae. Dorian was, perhaps, given to be decidedly bolder then most in his willingness to simply embrace that side of the vampire and yet he would hardly be inclined to so freely offer what he was opposed to giving. Sebastian's bite was a decidedly pleasurable thing and yet it is hardly for what sensations Sebastian might give him that so inspires such an offer. The words that follow an attempt to only further assure the vampire of his intentions in this.

"I should not like to think of you as being hungry or uncomfortable if you need not be, especially if it is perhaps for politeness sake you do not ask it off me. It is, simply so, that you are welcome to take from me if you desire it. I would not offer what I did not desire to give."

It is wholly simple within itself and perhaps it is this very simplicity that had so shocked the vampire. After all, how many had ever truly offered the man their blood simply for his own benefit and with expectation of nothing in return? Dorian willing, even, to so forgo the seduction that his companion so often strived to engage within prior to his feeding. His own near desperate wants for his lovers touch however, could not be so entirely denied. Dorian hardly concerned with seeking to inform his companion that tomorrow night was surely as long as he is willing to wait in that regard. The near-roguish grin he is so rewarded with brings his own smile once more to his features, the vampires admittance that such was his intention regardless prompting the softest of chuckles from within his throat.

"I truly hope you do."

It is all-too easy then, to so bring his lips to the mans own once more. Dorian unconcerned with his own relentlessness in this nor the utter want for this man that had so settled upon him with an almost heated fervour. Sebastian's hands at his sides or the manner in which the man so seems to draw him closer are hardly unwelcome- Dorian determined that he might achieve even the faintest satisfaction in his lovers embrace before the car stops yet again. The soft admittance that falls from his own lips, however, so seems to see his companion pause. He had not, within that moment, so truly considered the implication of his words. The Fae King berates this slip of his own tongue as an entirely new wave of concern so seemed to afflict him. He tries, several times, to so find within himself some word or manner by which to simply bypass this admittance and so return to what they had been doing before Sebastian might be presented with the chance to so reject such things. A rejection, Dorian is assured, he could not bear to hear. The manner in which the vampires gaze fixates upon the seat between them only further seeks to ensnare Dorian's own heart with fear, the nervousness that so afflicts him now present in every inch of his form and thrum of his own heart yet again. His own lips part- whatever words he had been about to speak abruptly halted at the sound of Sebastian's own voice.

He had braced himself in that moment for the rejection of the affection he had foolishly admitted. Sebastian so surely not desiring to hear that Dorian so favoured him alone if only for the very implication of all that came with it. The words with which he is met however are very near the opposite of what he had feared, Dorian so struck with shock that for several moments he is left merely staring wordlessly towards the man before him.

"You would....commit yourself to me alone?"

His words are distinctly soft, uttered if only to assure himself there can be no mistaking Sebastian's intent in this. Dorian had, within his time, been subject to countless such promises and yet he had, never before, desired to hear one so much as he desired to hear this. Nor had he ever held any desire to offer as such in return- his silver gaze so finding Sebastian's own in this all-too delicate of moments. Dorian's words, this time, so carefully considered.

"I do not think, Bastien, that even if I desired it, that I would be capable of sustaining your eating alone. I do not heal fast enough for that and I would not ask you to make that promise.

He would not ask of Sebastian's meals nor how he had achieved them, Dorian so wholly aware that some level of flirtation was surely required to allow the vampire close enough to feed and yet had he not so already embraced what the man was? He could not deny Sebastian his source of food- he would not. For perhaps the first time in several far-too long moments the Fae finds those faint touches of a simper upon his lips once more, his hand extended to rest ever so softly upon the vampires cheek and so hold the man's attention upon him in full.

"If I am to have you so entirely, then too, you are afforded the same. I will be for you alone and no others."

Dorian has, within all his years, never afforded another that commitment- some fear of this utter unknown so stirring within him and yet such a fear is perhaps so vastly overshadowed by emotions far more potent than that. Such words taking the pair from mere lovers to....something far more, although of the modern word for it Dorian perhaps remains unsure. The Fae leans forward then to, once more, press his lips to the vampires own though such a kiss, this time, holds perhaps far more than it has before. This gesture tainted so entirely with love.

Dorian Aragona