There was a certain amount of care that Dorian placed within those words as he so sought to bestow upon the man beneath him a title of another sort- one that perhaps so labelled what they would have been within his own time and if such terms were still used. It is the bestowal of his own title that perhaps seems to surprise his lover all the more, the inquisitive glance upon Sebastian's features hardly missed before Dorian so utters this idea of Consort. It was, once, a title with a truly notable meaning- the Fae curious perhaps, as to how such a thing might be received or if the meaning may have somehow changed in his time. Dorian's own silver gaze lingered readily upon Sebastian's features in search of any indication that such a thing might somehow be poorly received. He had never before taken a Consort for his own, the title too meaningful, to intimate and decidedly too long-term for any of the companions he had kept in his earlier years. Here and now however it seemed distinctly- fitting, at least to Dorian's mind. Sebastian's assurance but a moment later that he was not opposed to it seeing the return of that warm simper to Dorian's lips before Sebastian's own brushed against them.

"Thank you."

He utters softly, the King taking such a moment to make himself entirely comfortable upon Sebastian's chest now, the Fae so enjoying that decidedly warm touch to the mans often too-cold skin. How that blood so seemed to bring his companion to life, at least in some sense, was of eternal curiosity to him. Dorian so adoring that brush of skin on skin and the decided intimacy of even something so simple as this. He had denied himself even these simple affections for more centuries then he cared to count. Woman, especially, so often seemed confused by any man lingering within their beds, their emotions so seeming to become as entirely entangled as those sheets and as such it had become Dorian's way to so deny any such moments as this. It was yet another first for the man, in at least some sense, yet truly the Fae found a distinct pleasure in simply existing beside his companion. He liked this closeness, those touches, these novel affections he had never before truly explored within that afterglow. He had never believed himself to be the type to enjoy such things and yet there was truly little in the man that held any desire to move away from his lover in any sense. Such thoughts content to occupy his mind in those moments as his fingers so absentmindedly traced a pattern of sorts across Sebastian's chest.

His lips too- so found their place upon the mans skin, Dorian chuckling so softly against the vampires jaw at just how readily Sebastian so tilted his head to better allow him to so press his lips anywhere he desired. His teeth brushed ever-light across that jawline so stealing a soft sound from Sebastian's lips before those gentle, toying kisses so paused to see the Monarch's attention return to the man in full. A different sort of idea so having found its way to his mind this evening. The teasing tone to Sebastian's words was hardly missed , the notion that he might run out of ideas seeing one eye lift slightly as he so continued to tease at that gemstone about his own neck. A soft chuckle of amusement finding its way past his lips all the same.

"I should hope not. I have had so many years to consider them I should hardly like to forget them now. Come then- let me coax you from this bed for just a little while and I shall show it to you."

He shifts gently atop his companion, easily moving himself away to so allow Sebastian to sit up once more before Dorian so begun the ardent search for his jeans- the man entirely unsure as to where the vampire had cast them the evening before. It is only after several moments of searching that the Fae King so locates them, sliding them easily into place. This time however, he hardly bothers with his boxer shorts or a shirt, his loosely fitting jeans and the gemstone around his neck all the clothing he has deemed he requires for such a thing. Dorian, for once, hardly even moving to fix his decidedly tousled hair as he so waited for Sebastian to find his own pants. Were they not, now, so allowed to wander about in such a state as this within each other's company? It is only then that Dorian becomes aware of that red thread once more as it still fell about them, linking himself to the vampire, the softest of simpers so finding its way to his lips before he moves to so gently draw it into his fingers once more- stepping forward to so wrap the loose length of it about Sebastian's arm.

"It is not my gift to be able to see this- so you shall have to watch over it for us. Thank you though, for allowing me to see it."

His lips press softly to Sebastian's cheek, quite content now for the vampire to allow those threads to become hidden from view once more as Dorian steps away and towards the bedroom door. It is only once Sebastian has deemed himself ready that Dorian so moves to take his lovers hand and lead the way, stepping out and into the hall- a nod of sorts afforded to the servant woman as he passed her. He knows little more than that path from the vampires bedroom to the front door of the home and yet, this time it is to the rear door the Fae so moves- the man hardly hurried in any sense of the word as he strolls simply out and into Sebastian's rather expansive gardens. Those manicured lawns and sculpted shrubberies seeming all the more intriguing beneath that moons glow- the skin of his own bare chest seeming very near porcelain within it. Ah, but how long had it been since he had walked barefoot!

"I saw these gardens from your window earlier- I desired to see more of them. When I was very young my Mother used to hold parties in gardens like this. They were very grand affairs with music and dancing and food and as such I had another idea."

It is only now that the all-too mischievous grin so returns to his features, Dorian striding further forward atop that grass and deeper into the gardens themselves, drawing Sebastian with him, until he finds himself within an open, flat space amongst those hedges and crafted topiary. The Fae King releasing his lovers hand now, allowing his fingers to so toy with the coin around Sebastian's own neck almost nonchalantly- yet, is there not a point to every action Dorian performs?

"The woman I live with once told me she could not dance, that she did not see the point to such a thing-"

He allows one finger to run then, as he speaks, along that white gold chain and so brush all-too softly about the vampires neck as he does, one finger remaining hooked so gently within that chain as Dorian moves to wander easily behind Sebastian now as he follows it.

"I thought that surely she must not understand dancing if she did not see the point. So I told her that the idea of it, at its core, was a seduction of sorts."

His voice is little more than a whisper in that moment, accented with those slightly husky tones he cannot prevent as his hands so smoothly grace down his companions sides, resting slightly upon his hips before drawing the man back against him until the skin of his chest so brushes the vampires back, Dorians lips pressing just below Sebastian's ear as he speaks.

"I told her it was far more an art then most knew, that the best of us might be able to say all manner of things with a look, or a touch, or that mystery of what might be. It is about enticing- after all. But, do you know what she said to me?"

He allows the softest of chuckles and heated breath to so brush against the man's ear as he moves a final time, Dorian knowing well what he was doing now in this all-too devious of games. One hand trails so lightly along Sebastian back as he moves again. Fingers tracing that sensitive line along his lower back, the hem of his jeans, over his hips and across his stomach as the Fae finds himself in front of Sebastian again- eyes lifting upward at last.

"She asked me if my lover could dance."

He leans forward then, hands resting now upon the vampire's waist, as if to press his lips to Sebastian's own as he so often did, the Fae paused so tauntingly just before any such contact might be made to offer those whispered words instead.

"So can he?"

Dorian Aragona