There was no denying that the vampire's companion was entirely discerning, that very aspect of the man one that Sebastian found himself enjoy as much as that constant inquisitiveness he so strove to often satisfy. Still, he had not intended to so divulge his notable fascination to the extent he surely had. He was hardly opposed to so sharing such enthusiasm with Dorian, after all, was he not supposed to with the first man in the entirety of his existence he'd ever taken as a boyfriend? Still, the regal monarch so pointing out his evident adoration had, momentarily, caused a rare glimpse of sheepishness upon his pale features. His indigo hued gaze shifted downwards in a diffident manner, "It was perhaps my first real love..." Sebastian admitted, pausing for a moment before adding in an afterthought, "Until, you, of course." Although Sebastian had priorly promised to himself to not subject the King at his side to those three words he was certain the man must have heard time and time over, he still found himself alluding to that very simple fact that he did indeed love the man at his side. Surely Dorian had to have been aware of such affections he held for him, did he not? Was not the simple fact of that crimson string that so dangled between them not telling of that enough as it was?

Thankfully, that request of to so hear Chopin's work saw his attention deviate from those words he so struggled with to something the vampire was vastly more comfortable in indulging further, at least, temporarily. His head bobbing ever so slightly in agreement. It was indeed the trouble with mortality - it always ended in death, offering those like themselves but the smallest of tastes of the individual before they were gone as if they never existed at all. It was that simple statement that so made him appreciate the simple fact that the soul fate and seen fit to bind him to was perhaps as everlasting as himself. The sheer possibility that he might fall in love with another and be afforded no more than a few years was but painful to even consider. The concept alone made him want to draw Dorian's form closer towards him, to so enfold the King within his embrace. It was a ridiculous longing, he was assured, and yet... he could not deny that knowing Dorian could possibly be at his side, or even just within the world at large for an eternity for him to refind should anything ever occur, was somehow more heartening than he had ever considered it before. Sebastian was so used to living within the here and now that even the smallest deliberation of anything more was wholly impactful.

Those delicately profound thoughts, however, were so interrupted by the sound of his companion's voice, his navy gaze so refocusing upon the man in front of him as he offered his companion the smallest of simpers, "It was." Sebastian uttered softly, content to fall into that silence as the pair so entered the auditorium, his eyes entirely captivated by the exquisite building around them. The vampire trailed after Dorian as the man led the way towards their chairs, settling beside him as the lights dimmed and his attention turned back towards the music that so infatuated him. He took great care to point out the intricacies of the concerto as it began slowly, offering but a vague explanation of the surely peculiar instruments upon the stage. Although Sebastian himself was intimately familiar with each piece and the contribution each instrument gave to that splendid melody, it was only truly the piano that held his heart. He fell silent afterwards, merely watching and listening to that glorious concerto. His fingers upon the hand furthest from Dorian, however, shifted ever so slightly along with those notes, much akin to the conductor somewhere beneath them. That simple gesture so displaying his intimate knowledge of these very pieces, the man so entirely aware of the next turn each note should take.

That warm simper brightened Sebastian's features at that whispered awe of his companion and yet, not another word left his lips until the intermission was announced. The vampire hardly bothered to move as the hall began to empty, after all, their own bodies hardly felt those same human urges that so afflicted the majority of tonight's audience. His gaze drifted back towards Dorian as the King so leaned into his own shoulder, that smile still in place. "I am glad to hear you say that. I was worried you might find this to your displeasure." After all, music had certainly taken leaps and bounds since what he was assured Dorian was accustomed too. Few even still within day and age found any appreciation of those classical compositions and yet, they were a very part of the vampire's soul.

Still, it was that look of consideration upon Dorian's features that so captured the vampire's attention within the bright hall, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side. "Hm?" He inquired softly as the King admitted that he had, perhaps, forgotten one aspect of tonight that he had so intended. There was no denying that the offer that so lingered upon Dorian's lips managed to catch the vampire off guard. The fae's eternal consideration to his species, and too his undeniable need for blood continued to so astound the man. Few had so taken any true interest in his comfort, others squirming at the mere thought of his fangs in their flesh and yet, Dorian had never failed to so care for his comfort in ways that even Sebastian himself so rarely thought of. Still, the man waved off the offer with a small flick of his wrist, his head shaking ever so slightly. After all, their feedings were, more often, intimate in nature. Sebastian could hardly believe Dorian might be so comfortable to allow him to partake of such blood in a place as out in the open as this. "Music is inspiring alive or dead. I am fine, Dorian, but thank you." He paused, his lips pressing together ever so slightly in his own thoughts before he uttered softly, "Dorian, you know it is not necessary for me to eat every night, don't you? Skipping a night or two will not affect me much. I mean, I enjoy it but, it is not a requirement of you - you know that, right?" His sapphire gaze remained entirely steadfast upon the man beside him. After all, if Dorian was so willing to put forth such effort to ensure his comfort in such a meticulous fashion - surely he owed the man too some level of truth.