Though Sebastian's life had for so long been confined solely to those hours in which that ivory sphere hung within that darkened sky, the vampire was still able to find some measure of appreciation and, indeed, beauty to the serenity that so surrounded him. He could feel autumn's breath within the air, so chasing away those warmer months he both loved and despised. The moon above, in all her pale light, still managed to cast quite a glow on the Englishman's estates. Though the nocturnal man hardly required her light in the least, his predatory instincts so effortlessly taking over, he still found some sort of pleasure in so observing his Italian lover's skin beneath her cold embrace. Sebastian's body, in those precious moments after so partaking of his lover, was so desperately alive. He knew well that this moment and those accompanying sensations were entirely fleeting and yet, he so cherished Dorian's touch upon his warm flesh. It hardly mattered to the Victorian vampire that those brushes were entirely chaste. Sebastian so hopelessly desired every minute moment of Dorian's attention that even the slightest of contact so devotedly absorbed the man. And yet, for all that hunger for touch that so ceaselessly existed within the vampire, he maintained some constraint, stepping away from his lover to so offer his hand for that dance Dorian so strove to coax from him.

Despite as much as he utterly despised the dance clubs that so marred the twenty-first century, Sebastian thoroughly enjoyed partaking in those choreographed steps of the more social dances. It was the Quadrille that so preoccupied the dance floor within his own era and yet, it was closely followed by the polka and, finally, it was the waltz that history so deemed them worthy of memory. It was that very classical dance that Sebastian so gracefully led his companion within, his body remained close to the fae King, his feet moving with the ease of those memories of that world that he, at times, found himself so missing. His crystalline gaze remained entirely upon his partner, watching that astonishment that so graced the monarch's features at the simple realization that, perhaps, Sebastian had some measure of finesse with such a refined art as this. A soft chuckle so left the vampire's lips as his companion so muttered his skills were deemed passable. "What gentleman does not know how to dance?" He inquired, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side as that warm simper so graced his own lips in return.

It was, however, a very fact of his life - dancing was a trait nearly required in his lifetime. Those who were known to be so incompetent in such graces were entirely denied invitations to such social gatherings. It was quite literally akin to social suicide. Still, Sebastian's own poise perhaps ventured far beyond that required of his gender. The man so enjoyed the movements of the body, relishing in the way such dances could be so utterly erotic, and too captivated by the tempos and beats that accompanied it. Music was, after all, something of a weakness for the vampire. That hum so readily coming to his lips as his own memory so relived those decadent moments of those years before that bloody death. In those days they had spent hours upon that walnut dance floor, the soft glow of those wax candles on golden chandeliers so bathing those swaying figures in light as hours progressed past twilight, and all the while, that music still played on. Oh how things had changed since those precious parties occupied the majority of his waking hours. It was the delicate sound of Dorian's words that drew Sebastian from such memories, the vampire still continuing those steps of that waltz he so often danced. "It is Strauss. Though Schubert was more infamous in my time, and Debussy....and of course, Chopin." The names of such classical composers so effortlessly fell from the vampire's lips, displaying perhaps his own interest in such an art. He had so often attended those concert halls to see the pianists of his day - and his dearly beloved Chopin.

He so led the way around the lawn several more rounds before coming to a slow standstill once again, the vampire released his lover from his grasp, as regrettable as it so was. That kiss he was so offered was all too eagerly returned, Sebastian's hands gingerly cupped Dorian's features, as fleeting as such contact so was. Still, the vampire remained entirely content to stay so entirely close to his companion, his attention shifting to the man in front of him as he voiced his final appraisal. A simper so toyed at his lips, his head bobbing ever so slightly in admittance that he was indeed aware of his abilities in this regard. It was, however, that offer of learning a dance of Dorian's own that had so intrigued the vampire. After all, he had never truly considered the world in which his companion had come from. Surely he'd heard of the magnificence of those palaces in Naples but the court life his lover had engaged within? How too had those dances and that music he'd so adored changed? Sebastian nodded ever so slightly, stepping away from Dorian only to afford the fae King some measure of room.

The notion that this dance might somehow be "ridiculous" so made Sebastian wholly cautious and yet, amiable though he was, he found himself still mirroring those moves of his companion. The dance, he was assured, was entirely absurd with such frolicing that Sebastian himself found that usual poise so utterly failing him. Despite his efforts, Sebastian found himself entirely out of his element when it came to such a joyous dance as this. He was hardly oblivious to that rich, laughter that left the fae King's lips, his eyes rolling ever so slightly in the process. "Oh yes, have a good laugh at my expense." He uttered and yet, the vampire was entirely good natured about the whole affair, indeed hardly perturbed in the least. "I will give you one thing, at least your Saltarello is not nearly as terrible as what afflicts modern dance halls." Although such grinding and swaying was entirely salacious, it was entirely to the man's displeasure. Sex was, as all things, best when so toyed and teased and tempted. Such coyness apparently had been lost within the years.

"Here, perhaps I, on the opposite side of things, I will teach you something more...modern. I went to Santiago de Cali in Columbia. I met this girl in this seedy bar - Topa Tolondra. She taught me how to Salsa. It is one of my more favored of such dances, I enjoy the lifts." There was perhaps a gleam to his crystalline eyes at the memory of such a night and yet, she and that famous bar had been but another fleeting moment within his life. "It is easy though, you will catch on." He was entirely sure of this as he so drew Dorian closer towards his form, his hand settling once again on Dorian's waist as he drew the monarch other hand into his own. It hardly took long to show his lover those four simple movements that made up the base of such a dance, and indeed, Sebastian was entirely content to take such steps slow until he was assured Dorian had so grasped that simple movement. It was only then he bothered to introduce that sway of hips and too shoulders that so accompanied such movements, Sebastian all too easily twirling the King before drawing him back in and into that circle of those steps. It was perhaps silly that something as simple as this should afford him such joy and yet, the truth was, he did very much revel in dancing with the King.

Sebastian Ellington