It had hardly ever occurred to the man that Samantha was so very aware of his own emotions in this, nor that the woman had so noted that difference in the Fae since Sebastian's return from his impromptu journey. Dorian had, in the wake of this newfound relationship with his vampire companion, taken to simply smiling far more than he had so done before. He had once again become interested in the world at large when before it had caused him little more than fear or despondency. Samantha, it seemed, having so noted this very life that seemed to afflict the Monarch whenever he spoke of his companion or was otherwise given to merely think of the man he so loved even if such admittances had never left his lips in the presence of his roommate. Dorian was wholly oblivious to the woman's talents and too, it would seem, her simple intuition in this. That Samantha had, in the least, utterly given up mentioning those bites that so often canvassed his body was the only true acceptance of his relationship the Fae had observed from his companion and yet that she would desire to meet Sebastian was an unexpected requested. The very notion of it affording the Monarch no small measure of anxiety.

That such a dinner go well was of the upmost of importance to the man. He cared, far more than he might desire to admit- on Sebastian's opinion on any and all things and yet by that very same token he desired that Samantha be accepting of his choice in this. While this evening was perhaps not as important as it might once have been with a potential suitor so presented to the royal family for their consideration there existed within the King a desire that the two, in the least, might be comfortable within the same room. They mattered to him, strikingly so. Each in their own way. That his anxiety was so truly obvious was entirely unknown to Dorian as he so lingered once more in the kitchen with Sam appearing but a moment later. Her demand that he 'chill' saw both silvery eyes lift upward in momentary surprise, the word utterly unknown to him as he regarded her evenly now.

"Chill? Why should I desire to chill? I am of a perfectly acceptable temperature, thank you."

Manners, in the least, had hardly failed him despite his state of tension. Dorian relieved in the least to hear that Samantha so intended upon dressing herself in a far more exemplary manner then the attire she currently wore. Dorian assured far too much of her could be seen. He hardly feared any intrigue on Sebastian's part, more so, such minimal clothing was simply...not done. Dorian holding to some of those traditions still- even if the modern world so seemed content to argue with him about many of them. Samantha's attempt to joke, this time, is lost entirely upon him- one hand so raking through his brunette locks- those tips bleached blonde from the sun that Samantha continued to demand he needed despite his own protests before his companion so appeared before him. Her hands resting upon either arm now. He is quite sure he has never been like this- in all his near six hundred years of life. These emotions, these concerns....they were new to him, the Fae still very much finding his way through them so oblivious still to Samantha's ability to feel them in turn and so cause the woman's headache. His lips part, entirely determined to correct her use of the nickname she had taken to calling him- fearing Sebastian too might sieze upon it- before Samantha so corrected him.

"Boyfriend. Yes, that's what he is, my boyfriend and consort. We have discussed this word, I am still getting used to using it, though I am assured I like it."

It is this thought that so sees a smile at last find his features once more, the gentle squeeze of Samantha's hands hardly missed as she so assured him she knew already that this relationship was far more then Dorian had ever voiced to her aloud. That Sebastian was more still then perhaps she had anticipated, his very soulmate no less, remained entirely his own thought to keep. A chuckle all his own rising within his throat.

"Ah, but it seems women are as they have always been- they always know. We hide nothing from them."

There is little but affection within his words now, the Fae assured women were as capable as they had been within his own day of so discovering that which men tried to keep hidden. Samantha leaned forward to wrap her arms about him then, a sigh falling from his lips as she so rumpled his shirt with her effort. The man slowly having become used to this hugging gesture, his form relaxing slightly in her embrace.

"I am trying Samantha, I assure you. I appreciate your efforts this evening, this is merely new to me on many levels I- what do you mean you will make me?"

One eye lifts ever so slightly in intrigue now. Distressed though he had been mere moments ago his sharp curiosity is entirely intact as he so seizes upon these words and what they might mean, silver gaze resting upon the woman now. It is only after several moments that he retreats upstairs once more, hardly continuing to voice any lingering fears. His gaze is cast over the dresses Samantha had chosen, his fingers tracing that fabric as they lay atop the bed. A part of the man worried, perhaps, that Sebastian and Samantha might have already met. He knew well of his lovers exploits before himself, such things hardly bothering him in the slightest- his own we're surely just as numerous. Yet it was entirely possible that Sebastian had perhaps visited Samantha's own bed before Dorian's arrival within the city. It was improbable surely and yet not wholly impossible, such impractical thoughts afflicting him now. Dorian concerned only for any....awkwardness such an encounter might bring and yet surely, surely this had not occurred. If it had, they would merely move past it- he was assured. Ah, but how foolish this love bussiness made him! The man pushed such foolish thoughts from his mind determinedly as he selected one dress- pausing to fix his own shirt, unbuttoning two or so top buttons- adjusting that tigers eye gemstone from Sebastian himself before heading back downstairs- dress in arms.

"You should wear this one, it is quite pleasing. You will look very nice. Perhaps you should start getting dressed so I might rearrange the cutlery."

It was almost a victory- Dorian calmer if nothing else. Even if the cutlery still required sorting.

Dorian Aragona