There was no denying that touch of concern that crossed Sebastian's features as he so hesitantly voiced the simple fact that though he preferred to eat as often as Dorian so allowed it of him, it was hardly a necessity and certainly not a requirement of the fae King he so adored. He would have hated nothing more of the Italian man at his side would ever so confuse his blatant adoration for a mere hunger for flesh and blood and it was this lingering thought, spurred on by centuries of individuals throwing what he was into his face, that so brought that admittance to his lips. His eyebrow raised ever so slightly at the look of surprise that so fluttered across the King's own, the man clearly unaware of the extent of Sebastian's own eating habits and yet - he seemed hardly concerned in the least. Rather, that chuckle so mirrored within his vocal cords brought some measure of uncertainty to the vampire's own features as the man beside him admitted that, in this, he was wholly ignorant. Sebastian had, to a certain extent, suspected of such. Few were particularly aware of the intricacies that so afflicted his species, even the hunters more often than not chose only to learn what was necessary to so abolish their kind from the face of the planet.

Few knew that he was capable of skipping a night of eating, or how little he actually took when he enjoyed the taste of blood on a nightly basis. Few knew his dislike of death or the full spectrum of colors his gaze was capable of turning. Even fewer still knew any real notion of Anna-Marie or his own warped experience with his maker and yet - though he skirted ever so carefully around the extent of all such issues of what he was and what he was capable of being, he found himself ever so slowly giving his lover glimpses of all that he was. This was but one of those delicate moments. That brush of the man's fingertips against his momentarily drew his gaze, his fingers folding against Dorian's own before those navy eyes shifted back to meet that pale silver. Those soft words of his lover's so carefully managed to assuage that concern that such giving of blood was one offered purely out of Dorian's own affections than anything else before, that noteable impishness so returned once again.

A soft chuckle so left the vampire's throat as Dorian inquired as to whether or not Sebastian had truly expected to be able to feed within the middle of the concert hall, his gaze drifted towards those few souls that remained. "No, of course not. It would be so scandelous." He uttered, unable to deny that teasing tone that left his lips, the man decidedly grateful for the sudden shift back into more comfortable waters. He leaned closer towards his lover in that moment, his head tilted ever so slightly, his lips hovering just under Dorian's ear as he whispered softly for the man alone to hear. "Although, I cannot deny finding enjoyment in the thought of you sitting here, squirming in an effort to remain quiet in a room of strangers while I feed from you..." His teeth graced that flesh upon the fae King's neck, that brush altogether fleeting before he leaned back within his chair, content to let such a fantasy so dance within both of their minds. It was, at the very least, a sort of revenge for that intense desire Dorian had so placed within him earlier that evening to so see the King upon his knees.
Whatever reaction those whispered words might have afforded him, however, was lost within that soft sweet brush of Dorian's lips upon his own, coaxing a warm smile to his features as Dorian pulled away from him, the crowd slowly once again filling in to fill the auditorium. Sebastian was entirely content, in that moment, to so turn his gaze from his companion to the assembling orchestra, the lights dimming in apprehension of the next concerto. Those musical notes soon enough chased away any lingering thoughts of his species or any ignorance Dorian might have held upon what he was - those thoughts entirely forgotten in the wake of such enigmatic crescendos. The sounds of Chopin had a way of bringing a steadfast sort of peace to his soul, reminding him of a life in London that was well spent and entirely missed. How such words of art so made the vampire want to play again! It had been years since he'd touched the ivories of a piano and now he found himself wholly longing for it. Nevertheless, his own hands clapped with the audience around him as the symphony came to a resounding end, the vampire's features mirroring that grin that so crossed his lover's.

He rose too with the crowd, his gaze briefly dancing over those figures that started to make their way from the magnificent auditorium. Those softly uttered words of his companion brought a small nod from him as he joined Dorian in so attempting to wade through the lingering bodies. Still, the pair found their way outside soon enough, his own body mirroring that of his lover in the same unconscious manner that he had so been taught time and time again. The placement of hands was still a widely known etiquette that had existed well into his own era. Still, they paused before the carefully sculpted shrubbery, the vampire's head tilted to the side ever so slightly. "I should have had Charles make musical instruments instead of the animals." He uttered, the piano so coaxing him to muse upon his own lawn ornaments. Such thoughts, however, were short lived only due to the sound of his name, his attention turned wholly towards Dorian in that moment, the vampire effortlessly noted with concern that frown that so graced the man's features.

His head bobbed ever so slightly as Dorian so attempted to draw upon that moment which had occurred merely an hour prior, his wishes to amend such a statement momentarily caused his own lips to press together ever so slightly. Nevertheless, he remained silent as Dorian's gaze so met his own navy eyes, allowing that silence to exist between them as the man before him collected his thoughts. Still, he had never expected the words that so tumbled from the King's lips, that smile near instantly crossing his features as a soft chuckle left his mouth. Still, Sebastian hardly hesitated as he stepped forward, knowing rather well that if his actions should so bring his King discomfort, that Dorian would surely whisk them from the view of the public. One hand so settled upon the man's waist, pulling Dorian closer to his form in the fashion he had so longed for him to be but hours prior. His fingers brushed against the man's jawline, trailing back towards behind his neck before entangling in those locks just enough to pull Dorian's head back. His lips feverishly found the man's own as Sebastian stole not one, not two, but three of those sweet, ardent kisses from Dorian's lips. The man pulled away only enough to rest his forehead against Dorian's own, those tender words whispered softly against his lover's lips. "Dorian, I love you too."