It had hardly occurred to the royal Fae that Sebastian might take some sense of pleasure almost, within the dishevelled state he so allowed himself to remain within inside the confines of the vampires home. This understanding of commitment between them and indeed the utter state of relaxation he sound found himself in within the vampire's presence so at last seeing at least some of those barriers drop. Dorian too- held little intention of not returning to those silken sheets and as such the man saw little need to bother to dress himself fully- sliding on his jeans alone to maintain at least some sense of decency. There was, after all, a woman present within the house and servant or otherwise there existed within the Fae King a regard for her presence still. He was, all the same, wholly used to servants and their presence in all things and indeed unless either of Sebastian's staff was decidedly dim the man remains assured that both are entirely aware of what existed between himself and the vampire. As such, Dorian has conceded to his need for pants alone in this- having so finally found a relaxation of sorts within his lover's home.

Sebastian's soft words in response to his own mention of the once lavish garden parties he had attended saw a momentary simper touch the Fae King's features once more, the man content in this knowledge that such parties had continued to exist even in those years that had separated himself and his companion. There was a certain pleasure he found in seizing upon any sense of familiarity, one made even greater perhaps, that despite the centuries that had separated them- Sebastian too so understood these events as they had once existed. So many understood so little of the life he had once led that even a connection so small as this seemed to bring a decided delight to the man as he lead the way onto that perfectly manicured lawn of grass and amongst those neatly crafted hedges ad topiary. It is only once a sufficiently open, flat space had so been found that the Fae allows himself to stop and release the hand of his companion. The night air was almost refreshing, the night decidedly mild with the moon itself providing even Dorian with enough light to sufficiently see, the man long since having suspected that Sebastian could see perfectly well the evening without such a thing and yet he made little mention of his companion's talents now. Dorian far more taken with a decidedly new game of sorts, so seeking to entice this man he loved so desperately into the very sort of dance Samantha had failed at so gloriously.

His fingers so smoothly trace the vampire's skin so flushed with warmth from the heated blood that still coursed within his veins. Dorian enjoying that heated feeling and the manner in which it so afforded his lover all the more sensitivity to his touch. Ah, but how he loved what even these chaste touches might do! Dorian wholly relishing that shudder to the skin that so stirred beneath his touch in this all-too simple attempt to so entice Sebastian into such a game, the vampire hardly seeming resistant to such a thing. Dorian found himself wholly curious as to just how much talent his companion might possess in such an art as this, one so finely crafted and age-old, Samantha having given him truly little hope for the modern world and yet Sebastian, as himself, is not from such a time. Dorian holding some hope his lover might be capable in this regard.

He allows the vampire to step back and away from him in the wake of so denying him that teasing kiss, his own arms folding neatly behind his back as he falls effortlessly into a routine he knew so well. The bow he is afforded sees those hints of a simper return to his features once more, Dorian's own head dipped slightly in return as his position so dictated before he moves to gently place his hand in the other man's own. It is with an effortlessness so akin to Sebastian's own that Dorian positions himself before allowing the other man to lead in this. A momentary look of surprise so touching his features at the decided grace his lover so possessed. Dorian himself was but vaguely familiar with this dance- such a thing had barely been upon the cusp of its invention within his own time, the Fae not having danced this in several centuries and yet it takes the man little more then half the lawn to so smoothly acquire the rhythm of such a movement. The King entirely content to allow Sebastian to continue to lead. His lover, it seemed, was entirely capable in this. Dorian enjoying the simple closeness such dancing afforded him and the gentle ease with which he might so fall into step with the man he adored.

"Hmm, it seems he can dance."

The words are uttered lightly from his lips, that warm simper still in place despite those softly teasing tones that so accent his words. It is only upon having graced the entire circuit of the lawn for the first time that the Fae becomes so distinctly aware of the soft humming of his companion. The vampire evidently satisfied to provide some sort of music for the pair, this discovery only seeming to widen the grin upon Dorian's features. How he enjoyed this- all of it. Dancing once so wholly critical to so much of his life- so much so easily communicated in these simple steps and oh how he remembers it all in those moments, even if such a dance as this was of a certain newness to him. There was an intimacy to this dance he so adored.

"What are you humming?"

It is his curiosity, as always, that so seeks an answer to such a question, Dorian continuing to smoothly move atop that lawn in that graceful embrace of their dance that so seemed to blossom within him an ever greater affection for the man. It is only after several circuits of the lawn and Sebastian so brings them to a stop that Dorian allows his hands to return to the man's waist, lips pressing to Sebastian's own to so afford him that kiss he had been denied earlier.

"You are a very good dancer, though I think you know this, Mon Cher. This dance you have showed me though- it is very pleasing. I like it very much. Perhaps though I might show to you one of mine?"

He is aware surely, that such a dance as this had existed well before Sebastian's time and yet Dorian saw little harm in so testing the vampires ability to pick up upon a rhythm and step, quite content to show the man something from his age. After all, it had once been the dance of the Italian courts even despite how silly it was. He moves then to place himself beside his lover, taking the mans hand in his own as such a dance dictated.

"The Saltarello is a simple but ridiculous dance, it is of an entirely different nature then that which you showed me. It was most popular in my time though I may never understand why. We step forward together like so, your steps a little higher then normal, then to the side and now back and turn..."

It takes little time, truly to so instruct the vampire on just how it might be done. Dorian amused in that moment to see his lover so attempt a dance that required little of the genteel grace and careful movement of his own time and one far more given to be a celebratory dance of sorts that saw balance and timing as for more favoured. The Fae's attempt to keep his own grace rapidly failing, Dorian attempting to prevent that chuckle that so threatens to escape him, his features splitting once more into a grin before that simple laughter can no longer be prevented despite how wholly unroyal it was. That rich, genuine sound of his amusement in this so ringing across the gardens, Dorian utterly unable to remember the last time he had so truly laughed.

"It was a terrible dance then, I see it is a terrible dance now too, but you do prance well Mon Cher."

Dorian Aragona