For all the vampire's noteable passion, for all his incessant love for this delicate art of notes, and too for all his capabilities to so seduce and captivate, he had not once attended such an event as this with another being since his death all those years ago - the last of which had been when he'd dragged William to see John Field. This was, for the man, perhaps a far more intimate endeavor then even that simple act of love making. This was allowing another individual a glimpse of the vampire's very soul. And yet, for all his usual unwillingness to share any more than his physical body, Sebastian found that with the fae King at his side, he simply....didn't mind. In fact, he was, in a way, looking forward to so introducing his lover to that music he so utterly adored. A part of him, though a surely diminutive part, was concerned that Dorian might find he disliked Chopin and the Orchestra that Sebastian had once watched with utter envy. Once upon a time, he had held utterly naive notions of becoming one of those great pianists to so find himself upon a stage like the very one they were about to see. How death and immortality could so get in the way of such childish dreams.

Nevertheless, the vampire so freely uttered that this very gift was one surely worthy of a kiss, were it not for the public setting in which they so found themselves within. He knew well his lover's hesitance at such public gestures, not that he could terribly fault him. After all, the King of Naples was likely meticulously watched - a relationship like theirs would have created a political scandal of the century. Although it was unexpected, he was hardly perturbed by the fashion at which the man so grasped onto that ebony tie, the vampire rather enjoying the simple act of being pulled away from the main crowd before that invisibility so enveloped their frame. This was, he was assured, exactly why he had once so been taken to wearing such neck accessories, even if it had been some time since he'd last donned one. That brush of Dorian's lips across his own was entirely sweet, though hardly enough for the affection Sebastian so wished to grace his beloved King with for a gift as cherished as this one. Unfortunately, Sebastian hardly had time to object before Dorian was once against stepping from his grasp, his body visible to the world at large.

The mention of Sebastian's tie brought the warmest of grin's to the vampire's pale features, "Perhaps I'll have to start wearing them more often." He countered, that English accent holding every hint of that decidedly playful tone. And yet, for all those physical longings that Dorian could so coax within him, that simple desire for music so seemed to outweigh them all, the vampire allowing that sweet moment of affection to pass only to further educate his companion of the art he so utterly adored. He hadn't considered, of course, that his lover might so be oblivious to the strides made within the classical world, much less the invention of far more finely tuned instruments than those that had once graced his court. In fact, it was only the mention of the piano's invention that saw his head inquisitively tilt to the side, the vampire reminded of all those centuries in which Dorian had spent before his time. "I am sure she will not disappoint. She would have placed higher in the competition if she had not missed several notes. I do not think you would have noticed though. I'm sure she'll be a fair introduction to Chopin." There was a glimpse of a reassuring simper upon the man's features, one that faded only ever so slightly at Dorian's request to hear a recording of the man Sebastian so idolized.

"I am afraid that would be impossible. Chopin died far before any such recording devices came into existence." It was a fact he was entirely dejected to report and yet, as utterly impossible as it was, Sebastian made every effort to give into whatever desires his lover so held. "I suppose..." He started out slowly with consideration, "I could play him for you? He taught me some of his piano compositions. He used to make me go over and over them until they were perfect. I cannot tell you how many times I played his Prelude." There was a small shrug upon his shoulders, those simple sentence the first any true indication of what he had done with his infinitely long life beyond his habitual sleeping around. Chopin's stay in London was decidedly short, hiring the man had a steep price and yet, it was one Sebastian happily paid to be seated at that piano beside one of the greats.

Nevertheless, their entrance into the auditorium drew the vampire's gaze elsewhere from his companion - for perhaps the first time ever. His indigo gaze traced the figures of the orchestra as they made their way onto the stage with their instruments before too turning upward at the slightest indication from the man at his side. The room alone was a veritable work of art, the intricate carvings upon that crimson ceiling so entirely beautiful as they ensnared the man for those delicately few moments before the pair were ushered into their seats. There was no denying the view was utterly splendid, the vampire knowing well the cost of such splendid seating and he had every intent to enjoy what precious moments of it he was given. It was the soft utterance of his lover that so caused a shift in the vampire's gaze, the man reaching over to hand Dorian the same brochure. "Several times yes, though it was quite a few years ago since I saw them last. The musician's have changed then. They'll be playing the second concerto first - Chopin wrote it first. Do you see those over there?" He whispered, gesturing towards a section of the stage. "Those are the string instruments - the violins. It'll start with them and then those over there." He pointed to a different part of the stage. "They're the wind instruments. The flutes, clarinets, oboes...they'll come in next. And then you have the brass instruments - they're the horns and the trumpets and then....the piano comes in." His voice was only softly heard over those very instruments, his gaze briefly shifting towards his companion beside him with that warm simper still present upon his features. It was silly, really, how sharing something as simple as this with Dorian could bring such a fluttering sense of adoration for the fae King and yet...those feelings were still very much there all the same.