It is a quizzical look of sorts that so afflicts the Fae's features at this mention from his companion of a ballroom, one eye lifting slightly as he glances but momentarily away from his own feet to meet that striking blue gaze of his lover before allowing his own head to turn back towards the lavish home. Truly, had he been aware Sebastian possessed a ballroom of some description the man would surely have taken them there and yet too- there was something decidedly pleasant all the same in this barefoot escapade upon the lawn and beneath the stars. Curiosity though, as was want to do with the ancient Fae, so briefly saw his thoughts incline to this particular room in wonderment of just how it might be set up. His ideas of ballrooms, after all, were compiled entirely of the sensationally vast room that had taken up so much of his own palace and had once been the site of endless dances, parties and affairs of state if only because it was the only room large enough to so accommodate the lords and ladies and dignitaries of all nations that were so required to attend. Sebastian's own, he is assured, could not possibly be so large and yet later perhaps, he would impose upon Sebastian to show him the rest of his home outside of the hallway, staircase and bedroom. The single room he had seen, however, had proven to be a decidedly pleasing one in every sense of the word- the faintest of smiles so gracing his lips at even the memory of all they had done within that singular space. How pleasing it was to consider how many other rooms Sebastian might have!

"I am assured I might think of many uses for your ballroom- perhaps I shall tell you of them tomorrow, or the evening after- or the one after that."

His eyes then, move to return to his companions own now- that hint of tease laced so delicately within the words that might imply so much more despite the decided simplicity and seeming innocence of them. Yet too- there no longer exists a need to speak of 'next time' as they once had, rather, Dorian is assured, there simply now exists an endless supply of time in which to so lavish his attention upon the man before him that he had so come to call his own. With that promise of commitment after all, surely came the promise of an endless supply of 'next times' that hardly need be stated in any sense- a simper so dancing in place upon his lips at just the notion of what idea he might surely construct for a ballroom given even but a day or two to so consider it. Those practised steps so absorb his attention once more in the moments that follow before the Fae King so suddenly seeks an answer to an entirely different question- inquiring after Sebastian's name. The presentation of the entirety of the man's pedigree was a decidedly unexpected addition and yet one the Fae is hardly displeased to hear off in any sense, his intrigue in this certainly clear as Sebastian so offers his full title, or at least, what once it would have been before the man had 'died' in some sense of the word. Viscount and Earl were not titles Dorian found himself wholly familiar with and yet it is hardly their meaning or import that so seems to delight him so much as the simple knowledge of them. This edition of no less than three last names however, seems to bring yet another inquiry to the man's lips. Three familial names, after all, was highly unusual.

His focus still, remains upon so perfecting those steps the vampire had shown him and yet he remains intent upon the explanation he is offered but moments later of just how such a collection of names had come to be, his features frowning softly in some consideration of this. It was sensible, of that he is assured, to have so altered the family name so that they might receive the properties of the grandmother upon her passing, his own head nodded softly in understanding of that explanation he was so afforded with. Any further query the man might so have held upon the nature of Sebastian's family was forgotten but a moment later as the vampire took his hand once more, Dorian entirely intrigued by just what such a dance as this might hold and why it was so that this might be deemed his Consorts favourite. Those first few steps are entirely as practised, Dorian repeating them now with a simple, recited ease atop the lawn- the closeness this dance seemed to afford him with his lover hardly displeasing. Dorian allowing himself to be spun outward before neatly returning to the other man. Sebastian's hand, this time, settling upon his lower back- the barest note of intrigue so resting upon his ever-youthful features before the vampire moves to rather abruptly kick his own legs out from beneath him. Sebastian no less than the second English person to do such a thing- a soft sound of surprise parting his lips.

It is instinct perhaps, that so inclines the Fae to desire to grasp onto something in an effort to prevent himself falling and yet it takes but a moment for him to become wholly aware of the control of such an action. Sebastian's grasp upon him still entirely firm and indeed it is perhaps that simple trust within the vampire that sees that sudden tension so loosen within him once more. Dorian allowing himself to be held in such a fashion, aware, suddenly, that his feet were no longer upon the ground. That look of momentary surprise is perhaps but fleeting before Dorian finds himself rather gracefully returned to his feet and held closely against Sebastian again in a return to those original steps. What an exhilarating dance this was! He allows himself to be spun out once more, returning to Sebastian again only to find that hand move from his hip and towards his lower back, the vampire abruptly lifting him upward once more with an ease so astounding before Dorian finds himself so tossed over his lovers shoulder.

"Cieli!"

The sudden surprise of such a gesture so sees that Italian return to him in that moment, Dorian afforded truly little time to consider exactly what was occurring in those few seconds, any hope of truly appearing graceful in any sense (at least upon his part) utterly lost as he merely attempts to allow himself to remain wholly relaxed enough to assist the vampire in so spinning him about his own shoulders. Boldness, after all, had forever been a distinct trait of the man- Dorian holding every belief his lover would catch him as he found himself upright once more- Sebastian's hand firm upon his thigh, his back pressed against Sebastian's own bare chest before he was so gently returned to the ground. That look of utter shock upon his features surely clear- though Sebastian was perhaps afforded no view of it now as his companions arms so wrapped around him but a moment later. His own breathing decidedly unsteady though hardly from any distress, his hair cast about in all directions. This was not at all the sort of dance that would grace a courtroom. Indeed the court itself would have been plunged into all fits of horror at the King of Italy being thrown around the shoulders of another and yet Dorian himself is nothing short of delighted, that glorious grin somehow working its way onto his features through that haze of momentary disorientation. Sebastian's whispered words warm against his ear as Dorian leans lightly back into that embrace. His own words soft in that darkness.

"We think it is a most exquisite, graceful and glorious dance that we shall have to practice if only to so better compliment you in this. We think though too- this is a most dangerous dance for all the thoughts such closeness might give us. Though we Italians- we know of another of these, how you say, lifts. I think it is so I should show it to you."

He affords the vampire truly little time to so afford him argument to those words, Dorian turning within Sebastian's arms to so face the man he loved- relishing that brush of skin on skin and that heat that still burned within his lovers frame from his own blood coursing within it. It is easy then to wrap his arms about Sebastian's neck- Dorian abruptly jumping smoothly upward- knowing entirely well Sebastian would catch him as his legs wrapped lightly, playfully almost, about Sebastian's waist. His fingers so easily ran through that dirty blonde hair he so adored, trailing down to cup the man's face within his hands- words a bare whisper for Sebastian alone.

"See? It is a very good lift."

It is only now that he so brings his lips to his lovers own, no small amount of want within such a gesture, relishing that taste of him all over again.

Dorian Aragona