There was a certain sense of satisfaction, in a way, from so informing Sebastian of that which he did not already know. The vampire was, at least to Dorian's eyes, a decidedly worldly creature whom- despite his relative youth in comparison to Dorian himself- had seen and experienced far, far more of the world in both the ancient and more modern times. There was little Sebastian had not seen or in the least, little he had not heard off at some stage or another and as such the ancient Fae took a ready delight in so being able to expand his Consort's knowledge of even this one small area of history. That warm simper so adorned his face in this moment of his own satisfaction before Sebastian's features seemed to rearrange themselves once more into a look of surprise at the notion Dorian had never ventured to this part of his own Kingdom in all his years of life. He had never yet told another the full extent of his own story in this, nor exactly how it was he had so come to be ensnared within that period of history unmoving for several centuries and yet Sebastian had surely known enough to so understand why he had failed to travel beyond Italy itself in the past five hundred years. The true and limiting expanse of that time perhaps becoming truly clear to the vampire only now. His voice holding a note almost akin to disbelief so nestled within those accented British tones that Dorian had so come to adore. The softest of smiles works its way upon his lips yet again, a small trace of amusement so lingering within as his head simply shakes.

"No, I have never been there. Not ever."

He assures. His Spanish ancestry, rich though it was, a relatively unexplored part of his own existence. Even before his unfortunate confinement he had never travelled so far as Spain or Latin America. Such a journey by ship would take months, the dangers off it far more than the Crown of Aragona was so willing to risk one of it's own too and indeed for all his own curiosity and wonderment of the world- the world, in his time, had been far smaller, far less expansive and perhaps far less understood to the point he had not held near so much desire to see it as he did now. Sebastian's assurance that this Barcelona, a place in which Dorian still maintained his title, was a place he was required to see- if only for the sake of upholding his royal duties so stirs that hum of soft laughter once more.

"I think I should be inclined to allow you to show it to me then. I enjoy whimsy and it is as you say- I should set foot upon my own holdings from time to time. I am assured I still have a residence there."

How Sebastian so intended to reach Barcelona from this country he hardly knew and yet the particulars of travel outside of boat or horse were entirely unknown to the man. Dorian having only just this past night having come to find any true acceptance for cars and their uses. The idea of a plane desperately far outside his ability to understand. That softly spoken term of endearment that so lingered upon Sebastian's lips in that moment, brief though it had been, so seeing the softest of flutters stir within his chest all the same. How strange it was, yet how glorious all at once, that for all they had said and done these past months and even this night alone, that even something as small as that should stir those all-too pleasing emotions within him once more. It is this notion of the Tango and yet another dance Sebastian sought to instruct him in that drew his attention away from those lingering thoughts of muted affection. How Sebastian had learned so many movements and too- that he recalled them all so readily was something of amazement to the man and yet dancing was, it seemed, an activity they both took an equal delight in and one Dorian is all-too willing to allow his lover to further instruct him upon. The idea of any lifting still of notable intrigue to the man. His inquiry upon it and his effort to assure himself Sebastian was entirely capable of not dropping him seeming to amuse his companion all the more.

"I should hope so."

He utters softly, a taint of amusement still within those words as he fixates his attention far more readily upon the steps he is being shown- his features creased with that concentration. He had spent the better part of his existence so mastering the dances of his own time and while this was of the likes of nothing he had seen before his prior knowledge and too- his experience in several centuries of some rhythmic movement at least afforded the Fae King some ability to both memorise and carry out these newest of steps. It is perhaps that single perk of immortality that he was limited only by this unknown expanse of his lifetime to learn this dance. Dorian wholly determined in this if only for the meaning it so held to his lover. If the Tango was Sebastian's favoured dance then, surely, there was something about it that made it so favourable. Ah, but the things he did for love!

"Then I fear we shall have to do it until I master it and so enjoy it to its fullest extent. You will, Mon Cher, so learn of me I fear that I am inclined to do things until I master them regardless of the time it should take. I would say it is simply a trait of royalty. Though I think, perhaps, it is simply a trait of me."

That chuckle rises smoothly within his chest once more, Dorian repeating those steps again, the process of learning somewhat touch and go, as he so informed his lover of the very notion he may well have doomed himself to several more practice sessions in the least. Yet how he might enjoy any measure of nights simply doing this! That simple intimacy and ready closeness dancing so provided still as entirely pleasing as he had remembered it to be, the Fae entirely content in sharing these moments with his companion beneath that pale moon and ever expansive blanket of stars. It is another thought of sorts however, that so directs his next question. Dorian inquiring now after Sebastian's middle name, one eye lifting slightly at the moniker he found himself presented with. Felix, after all, was hardly a common name- his lips parting to comment upon it before Sebastian so unexpectedly continued. Dorian provided then with the entirety of the man's pedigree and peerage- a grin so working its way onto his lips before that inquisitiveness so returned.

"This is a most impressive name! Though this is a great deal of last names. Is it a combination, perhaps, of both your Mother and Father's familial names?"

It is, perhaps, the only explanation of logic Dorian can find to such a thing though indeed allowing a woman's name to be carried was near wholly unheard off in any sense- his naturally curious demeanour so inclining him to this question as Sebastian's hand so extended towards his own. The Fae King reaches easily, then, to place his hand in his lovers own with gentle nod of readiness.

"Yes, I am ready for you to show me exactly why you like this dance so much."

Dorian Aragona