It is that very soft chuckle that so gently passes his lovers lips that manages to distract the Fae King, if only so briefly, from the delicate dance they partook in- a soft grin of amusement so tracing his features at Sebastian's comment as to what sort of man hardly knew how to dance. It was much akin to that which he had asked Samantha. This utter lack of knowledge within the modern world having proven nothing short of disgraceful to him. After all, so much was said and done with dancing, it was a social norm and one entirely expected of any gentleman. A man who could not dance simply did not and by that same notion was rarely invited to the courts and as such his interests for marriage and the very security of his family were greatly diminished. Dancing was, at its core, far more than a simple action. It said all one needed to know of a person and those skilled enough could say far more then that. Dancing entirely capable of being intimate, sensual, erotic and so entice another being so entirely. This very dance he engaged in now affording Dorian a closeness he so desperately enjoyed even despite having laid with his lover already this evening. The slightest touch of amusement tainting his own words now.

"My roommates boyfriend, I am told, is the sort of man whom cannot dance- or does not. I hold little faith in the youth of today. I have seen their attempts at dancing."

It was a decidedly rare thing indeed for his vampire lover to so mention any of his likes and dislikes in any truly notable fashion. Sebastian given, in most instances, to offer no more then he was directly asked in any situation. Though whether this is merely the nature of the man or indeed the result of so many years within court Dorian hardly knew. It was, after all, far safer within those gilded halls and political entangles to answer only what you were directly asked and even then, it was better still to provide something of a vague answer that so prevented any potential political opponent being afforded information that might somehow be used against you. Dorian himself was perhaps not so entirely used to censoring his own words, after all, the King alone was permitted nearly entirely free speech, his own decree never disagreed with no matter what it should contain and as such he was, perhaps, not so used to withholding those more personal interests. Though Dorian himself had forever been careful with the words he too spoke. A habit he is attempting on some level to lessen in Sebastian's company. After all, was he not permitted to so be entirely himself in the presence of his Boyfriend Consort? It is this very insight into this simple love of music Sebastian so displayed in that moment that Dorian is wholly content to note. The names of these minstrels, for this is what Dorian believes them to be, are wholly foreign to him and yet he is determined to remember them- if only for Sebastian's love of them. A simper of sorts is so easily teased into place at the simple passion which so seems to taint his lovers words in this, Dorian content to simply adjust his own rhyme to that pleasant hum Sebastian so provides for several more turns across that manicured lawn.

"You must let me hear this Strauss and Chopin and the others one day."

He comments softly before so brushing his lips to his lovers own, the Fae enjoying that all-too fleeting touch of Sebastian's hands upon his features before he so takes it upon himself to attempt to display to the vampire a dance from his own time. Music and dancing had changed, desperately so, it would seem, in those years that separated them. The delicate grace and precision that Sebastian so flawlessly commanded was decidedly different from the almost exuberant, carefree nature of the dance that had been so popular in his own much earlier time. His amusement at Sebastian's attempting to perform such a thing bringing forth a genuine laugh from the man in that interim before he so returned to the vampires side once more in this rare moment of genuine frivolity between the pair.

"Ah Mon Cher, once that dance was the dance of every court in Europe, even your beloved England. One day I shall take you to see my own home, that dance is still done there, so consider it so I have saved you the embarrassment of not knowing it. As for the modern dancing, I have seen only little of it, though it did not appeal to me."

It had, from what little he had seen of it, involved sufficient amounts of grinding against one another in a fashion that left desperately little to the imagination and removed all the mystery and finesse that Dorian himself so adored with the more traditional dance. A look of inquisitiveness at Sebastian's suggestion to teach him something more modern momentarily lingers upon the Monarch's features, the natural curiosity of the man so ensnaring him now at this mention of places he has never truly heard of and a woman whom had so found it within herself to teach his lover about this....Salsa. He offers his companion a simple nod of agreement before so allowing the man to draw him closer once more, the vampires hand settling upon his waist once more, one eye lifting slightly.

"Lifts?"

There is a decided note of curiosity to that word all the same before his attention fixates upon that which he is being shown, Dorian taking several moments now to diligently learn those steps Sebastian was so content to show him. It seemed to the Fae that such a dance, at its heart, consisted of little more than four or so steps- his features frowning softly with concentration before his body so seemed to find that rhythm. It is only then, when he has so mastered those steps, that Sebastian so introduces that movement of hips and shoulders- Dorian's gaze widening slightly. Ah! Such an energetic dance! It takes but a moment longer for the Fae King to so mirror such movements, a dance such as this would never have graced the Courts, its movements far too sensual, yet his delight within it is clear. A delight, surely, that is encouraged so entirely by just whom he was dancing with. Dorian taking such pleasure from the brush of his companions form against his own and the way Sebastian's body moved, allowing himself to be twirled out before finding himself within the man's embrace once more and those steps so continuing. A soft chuckle upon his lips.

"I think perhaps that I enjoy this one."

Ah, but how attractive a man that can dance! Dorian so effortlessly falling into those steps once more, allowing them to quicken slightly as he finds that timing with Sebastian himself. The Fae King so having underestimated his companions skill in this as he turns once more, returning back to Sebastian's embrace only to step but a step closer and so teasingly allow his lips to brush but fleetingly across Sebastian own- stepping away in that same moment and entirely within the rhythm of the dance all at once. It is several more of those choreographed steps before the Fae so neatly steps into his companion once more, his lips, this time, brushing against the man's cheek. The eternally bold King so easily adding his own steps to such a dance without so much as causing but a ripple in that flow.

"Creo que tal vez he dominado este baile"
(I think perhaps I have mastered this dance.)

It is the first time he has ever uttered such lyrics within Spanish and yet, is not such the nature of this very dance? One silver eye lifting ever so playfully in that moment and yet that simper of pleasure still remains. Dancing was simple, easy, a choreography of movement and timing and yet how he delighted in it and the man he so shared it with beneath that ebony canopy of night sky. How he delighted in every moment he so spent in this mans company.

"Is this you're favored of dances then? Or do you prefer the first you showed to me?"

Dorian Aragona