It was almost as if the woman so failed to understand the particulars of the very evening she had so thrust upon him with her continued desire to have Dorian's own companion over for dinner. The Fae King had, for several nights, simply believed the woman to be teasing at him and yet her continued insistence that she desired to meet the vampire had at least seen Dorian relent to such a demand. He had, some nights prior, afforded Sebastian the woman's invitation with perhaps the faintest of hopes that the man might simply not desire to engage in such an evening and yet, as was perhaps expected, his lover too had proven to be as entirely socially gracious as Dorian had always suspected he was when required of him- accepting such an invitation quite willingly. Dorian was hardly embarrassed by his roommate, indeed he was terribly fond of Samantha even despite her inability to dance, or dress, or understand fork placement and the manner in which the girl seemed to gnaw at her nails eternally drove him mad. Yet, she was the very person he perhaps owed his existence too, after all, had she not taken him home that day he is entirely assured he would have ended up somewhere far less pleasing and yet of Sebastian's opinion on so many things Dorian was decidedly sensitive. He desired Samantha to like his companion and in turn, for Sebastian to find some pleasantness in the least in Samantha's company. They were, after all, the most significant of people to him and this meeting was, to Dorian's mind, of importance for just that reason alone.

Samantha however, seemed entirely oblivious to the importance of appearance, the girl having failed to actually dress herself despite Dorian's assurance that she should at least begin the task an hour prior. The man himself having taken to trying to find something presentable within her wardrobe if only to hurry the girl along a little. The selection of woman's wear however was yet another area in which the man possessed truly little knowledge, the silver of his gaze merely searching for something of both an appropriate length and cut to so suit the occasion. When clothing had become so...revealing he hardly knew, his features frowning slightly at the knowledge that so little mystery was left in the world any more. Such clothing so entirely showed all a woman might have to offer without allowing her partner even the faintest of wonderings. Samantha's sudden appearance but a moment later ending his train of thoughts as she attempted to assure him she was capable of readying herself.

"You will forgive me, but you seem to be failing in such a task."

One hand gestures lightly to her current attire, the woman moving to take the clothing from him and hustle him out of the room once more, leaving Dorian to stride back downstairs and into the kitchen, the man eyeing whatever meal it was she was preparing with a critical eye. Within the halls of his own palace the task of cooking had fallen to his staff, much of the food for any feast prepared some days in advance, Dorian required to do little more than cast his eye over it in approval and yet of Samantha's cooking he held some doubt. He had hardly ever seen the woman cook and yet, he supposed, his own lack of eating so often assured he paid little attention. So many of his nights hardly spent at home as it was. Yet the very fear she may present Sebastian with a pop tart saw the King's attention turn upon their meal for tonight before Samantha appeared once more in an effort to shoo him from the kitchen. His gaze momentarily falling upon her attire.

"Samantha! You do not intend to wear that do you? I know not what modern custom might so dictate such an outfit and yet I assure you it is not appropriate for this evening. I can see a great deal of you."

The exasperation in his voice is surely clear, nervousness so plaguing him once more. Dorian, perhaps, not entirely adapt in relinquishing control when it came to the planning of an evening. Samantha hardly seeming to placate that need for meticulous care that so went into such things. Dorian so entirely a product of his time in this regard, the man assured that everything need be just so, that ever appearance was important. He cared as to what Sebastian and Samantha might so think of one another and this, it seems, had pressed a certain amount of strain upon the Monarch. Her assurance that he might be allowed to choose her outfit so sees that soft simper grace his features for the first time this evening- one decidedly short lived as the girl moves to ask after Sebastian's preference.

"I am afraid I cannot say, we have shared few....meals together in the traditional sense and as to his preferences in that I do not know, but I am assured it will be fine."

He was, in the least, choosing to believe it would be fine- the man attempting in perhaps the most gracious of ways to indicate that when it came to eating the couple were not often inclined to share a meal in the way they so did tonight. Samantha's final sentence seeing his head jerk up sharply in a moment of shock- the man taking several seconds before he noticed that simper upon her lips- his own form relaxing slightly once more at the assurance she was hardly serious.

"The chicken will be sufficient I am sure. Samantha I...."

There is a pause of sorts to his words, his hand moving again to run through his hair in some notion of unease before his silver gaze finds the woman's own. Admitting to her the truth of such things as he had hardly done until now.

"Sebastian is not merely my friend or even just my lover he is- more. We have a commitment of the same sort as you do with your male companion. I do not know the modern word for such a relationship I fear. He is simply more and this evening is of importance to me."

He had never before admitted the truth of his relationship with Sebastian to the Fae Woman, After all such things were his business alone and she had never asked- yet he finds the admittance upon hips lips this evening all the same if only to perhaps press upon her the importance of it.

Dorian Aragona