He had never before felt that embrace of the woman's magic upon him. Indeed- powers were perhaps one topic the pair had not held any sort of discussion upon. Dorian assured that the discussion of abilities was something distinctly personal, the sort of information to be trusted to but a certain few. Sebastian, perhaps, was the only being to truly know of any of Dorian's abilities just as he too kept that secret of the vampires own ties to fate and red threads. These were personal afflictions and indeed a look of surprise so adorns his features as he becomes almost aware of that touch of magic upon his skin, the Fae failing to feel any of its true power for several seconds in the least before it begun to seep into his very veins with a striking potency. A sense of utter serenity washes over him, a calmness so akin to that which he so often felt nestled within Sebastian's sheets and against his lover in those early hours seeming to press almost blissfully upon him until every touch of tension so seemed to leave his body. It was foolish, he knew, to allow himself to be so flustered over such a matter as a simple dinner and yet it was perhaps his level of care for both parties involved that so seemed to cause that inner storm of fluttering anxiousness- the sort of which was rarely, if ever, seen upon the King and yet he had hardly survived several centuries in court without the ability to so be as exactly as poised and calm as any situation should require when it was so thrust upon him. Samantha's power perhaps, seeming to remind the man of just that, the surprise upon his features at its touch surely clear before he moves to make his way upstairs- a simple inquisitiveness as to just how such a talent worked having replaced that earlier nervousness. Ah, but to choose an outfit for his companion!

It takes but several moments for the man to return, silver gaze cast critically over the table setting before seeming to find it suitable, Dorian careful in these moments now to so remain mindful of his companions own emotions in this. Samantha was, he knew, so trying her very best- those years that separated them surely desperately clear in this moment. After all what was once deemed acceptable to himself was surely misunderstood by Samantha and her customs so equally baffling to him in turn. Yet, the table appeared nothing if not passable in the least, his companion having gone to the effort of so crafting real napkins as opposed to those made of paper she had produced earlier. Dorian having been so offended at the notion of disposable cutlery that Samantha had, at least to his knowledge, thrown it all away or at least hidden it from his view. The dress he had selected for her was one of decided modesty and yet flattering all the same, the blush that adorned her features hardly missed, bringing that soft simper to his own lips before he was so instructed to listen for the unholy beeping of the oven.

Curiosity so lingers within that slate gaze once more as Samantha heads upstairs, Dorian moving to fix but one misarranged fork and examine several others, pleasantly surprised to find them flawlessly clean before that very noise so seemed to erupt, startling the Monarch decidedly. Why so many modern device so seemed to enjoy screaming he hardly knew. Even despite the months he had now spent within this time period overly high-pitched noises still seemed to grate against his sensitive hearing- the man calling for Samantha to so command the oven to desist its incorrigible wailing. The woman's reappearance once more so sees his features spread into a glorious grin as she descends the stairs, twirling before him as girls so seemed to have a habit of doing so they might be appreciated from all sides before declaring she looked far nicer then she had done within those earlier pants.

"Ah, but you do. You look most lovely now."

His lips press softly to the side of her cheek in that age-old touch of affection, his gaze following her own to the clock, the man knowing already Sebastian would not be late in any sense. His head nodded softly in agreement at Samantha's comment. Sebastian sure to arrive at any moment now before the woman's question so drew his attention back upon her.

"Sebastian is not of Royal birth, no. He is a Lord though, the Baron of Belton which I am assured is somewhere in England and once a Viscount and Earl though this is not that sort of dinner."

He chuckles softly, amused in some sense, at Samantha's simple lack of knowledge on just these things. Such titles after all, were normally announced only at the most formal of events or indeed when one was formally introduced at an event of social merit. A simple dinner within her home hardly requiring such trimmings at that and yet it is with simple good nature that he corrects her.

"I do not think any title is required tonight, I think perhaps you might introduce yourself as simply, Samantha as I am assured he will merely offer you his first name alone without any peerage. As for what your titles are however I cannot rightly say- I do not possess enough knowledge of your birth or lands to ascertain that. Though if you would like, later, we might go through it. You would be Lady Samantha in the very least if you so are the Queen of Narnia as you continue to inform me?"

One eye lifts ever so slightly, the man so delicately teasing at that tale he is assured in untrue and yet to had become something of a game between the pair in some sense. Each time Dorian so sought to disprove the existence of this 'Narnia' Samantha seemed only continue to argue in return. The sudden knock at the door so seemed to jolt the Fae Monarch once more, that fluttering once again taking up residence within his chest and yet too, beneath such anxiousness existed that simple and every present desire to simply see his lover again. Dorian so relishing each and every moment he spent within the man's company. The Fae unable to prevent that smile that so touched his features as he moved to answer the door. Dorian's entire demeanour so seeming to change into something wholly unique in Sebastian's mere presence as he moved to stand aside and so allow the vampire in- lips pressing softly, yet chastely, to the other man's cheek as he did.

"Samantha- this is Sebastian and Sebastian this is the woman with whom I live, Samantha."

Dorian Aragona