Latin America, he was assured, was one of those continents in which certainly never graced the mind of the Italian King. And why should it? When it was an ocean away, it had little bearing upon the country Dorian had ruled impeccably for so terribly long. The food, the culture, the dances, even the language, he was certain, would have been entirely foreign to his lover and yet, somehow, Dorian had found a way to so master those words. Still, Sebastian was well aware that such southern countries were hardly the sole home of such a civilization. Perhaps it was Spain itself that had so influenced his lover's capabilities in such regard? Either way, it seemed as if his astonishment was quite clear upon his features, Dorian himself so effortlessly able to pick up on how startled the vampire was in this regard. He was hardly oblivious to the chuckle that so left his lover's lips, bringing a small simper upon Sebastian's features. He had hardly expected the history lesson that so followed and yet, the vampire found himself entirely content with such lecture all the same. The Englishman simply enjoyed the murmured sounds of that Italian tremor that so utterly enticed him. He would have been content to listen to any such words that left Dorian's lips if only for the fashion in which the simple sound of his voice so pacified him.

"I had no idea." He uttered softly in response to such an unexpected bit of history, though, he supposed, he was hardly as surprised with the response he was given. After all, very few individuals held but one title. Himself had held a total of three, at one point in time. Kings, he supposed, were perhaps more so inclined to too have their authority reach further then perhaps he could even begin to consider and briefly, Sebastian found himself wondering just how many countries in Europe Dorian had some manner of stake within. Still, there was perhaps a more important facet of such knowledge that intrigued Sebastian even more then the King's title - the simple fact that Dorian had never before set foot within those borders. "You have never been there? Ever?" He inquired with a hint more note of incredulousness. He had known, certainly, that Dorian had been constrained to his own halls for several centuries and yet, he had not anticipated perhaps the sheer extent of such a time. "I think, then, it is necessary for us to add Barcelona to our list of places to visit, Ma biche. It is an entirely different world there, somehow more....raw and whimsical. It is, after all, a King's duty to visit those places he holds land, isn't it?" He was, perhaps, teasing in such a declaration and yet, there was something magical of Spain and Latin America. They were countries that had such a rich history, countries that surely saw their fair share of crime and tourism and yet, there was something of those places that called to the vampire's more salacious mannerisms.

It was this very thought of such countries upon his mind that so prompted that talk of the Tango, a dance he too had learned while abroad. It had fascinated him, those fluid movements upon the dance floor, the closeness of such bodies as they moved as one. There was something wholly carnal in such a dance and he had nearly begged to be taught it. His crystalline gaze glanced upwards ever so slightly at the mention of that very lift he had promised and yet, it was Dorian's statement alone that so brought a grin and accompanied chuckle to his lips. "You do not have to worry, Dorian. I think I am perfectly capable of lifting you without dropping you." It was perhaps, the one decided benefit to his creation as the undead thing he was. His senses were not the only thing that had been heightened. His body was perhaps in tip top form, so twisted and contorted to be the predatory creature he was made to be. Strength was something he had plenty of and too the quick reflexes to ensure that, heaven forbid, he did so manage to muck this up to the point he dropped the fae, that the King would never feel the touch of that manicured ground beneath their feet.

He allowed some measure of distance between their figures as he so went over those very steps that the Tango was so based off of, the shape a bit more complicated than even the ease of the four stepped waltz and six stepped Salsa. This was, afterall, a dance performed with some level of passion and finesse, surely both aspects Sebastian well excelled at. Nevertheless, he led his companion again through those steps, over and over in the same practiced fashion, all too aware of that strict concentration his unexpected pupil so provided their task at hand. There was something entirely endearing, he decided, of that look upon Dorian's features as he struggled to commit to memory the slowness and grace that came with such peculiarly rigid movements. A small simper tugged at the corners of his features as Dorian glanced upwards towards him, admitting perhaps that this might have required a bit more time than that which one night had to offer, still, it was that prospect of how much limitless time was given to them that so brought such a peculiar flutter to the vampire's chest, the man nodding ever so slightly. "Yes, I suppose we do, it is a rewarding dance though, it gets more enjoyable the more you have mastered it." It was that promise he offered and yet, his own thoughts still lingered upon the simple prospect that their promise did indeed hold some suggestion that he no longer had to fear that 'next time' would be the last of such moments.

He watched as Dorian seemed content to continue to practice such steps, the vampire continuing to run through the paces of such with his lover with veritable ease. It was only that inquiry that so followed that caught Sebastian's attention, his gaze darting upwards once again with a small note of inquisitiveness. "Felix." He uttered simply, pausing for a moment before providing his companion his full name and peerage. "Lord Sebastian Felix Ellington-Brownlow-Cust, Third Baron of Belton and, once, third Viscount Alford in the County of Lincoln, and fourth Earl of Bridgewater." It was the first time in nearly one hundred and seventy five years that Sebastian uttered fully the titles that had once been afforded to him. He had been without such names and pedigree for so long that now they felt almost foreign on his tongue. Still, once, Dorian had offered him his own identity and though Sebastian had hinted at his own, was it surely not time for him to do the same? "I think you have grasped the basics enough to be given a glimpse of what the Tango is, are you ready?" He inquired, his hand outstretched to so gingerly take Dorian's own. After all, he had promised to show his lover those jumps, dips, and lifts that so made up his favored of all dances.

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