The inquiry of those colors in which the vampire so favored was certainly entirely intriguing to the Englishman. It had been centuries since anyone had inquired to his tastes in such a fashion and yet, the simple fact that Dorian refused to inform him as to why he was so entirely inquisitive of such a meaningless aspect of the vampire only further piqued the man's interest. He was certain that this question had little to do with some idle fancy the King might have to further familiarize himself with the undead man. Rather, he was assured his answer would entirely come back into play in some aspect tonight. And yet, despite such confidence, the vampire still found himself querying over the monarch's own preference in color. Gold. It was a rare color to be reported as one's favorite and yet it was entirely fitting of the man at his side. After all the wealth of Naples was well known throughout the years, even if he had never once stepped foot within those palaces. Still. It was a color entirely befitting of a King, one that made him entirely pleased that he had done so exceedingly well in picking of metal and gemstone that Dorian so wore around his neck. His head nodded ever so slightly in agreement, "Gold does look entirely splendid on you." The vampire offered as a way of response, that simper so dancing across his features.

The vampire fell silent in those moments after, allowing his fingers to remained nestled within Dorian's own. In the darkness of that vehicle Sebastian was allowed the ability to simply watch his lover, as lost in thought at the King seemed to be. Still, even despite those months at Dorian's side, the vampire found it entirely astonishing that the King was his to love as he so saw fit. His gaze softened and yet, the Englishman remained where he was, allowing that silence to persist until the vehicle slid to a quiet halt before that welcoming sight of his own home. There was nothing quite as altogether pleasant as being wrapped in his lover's embrace within those halls. He was entirely assured Dorian belong here with him, even if he was unsure the fae King himself shared such notions. Regardless, the vampire stepped out of the vehicle, offering an all too pleased grin to the female servant (whose name I forgot again) at his threshold.

An entirely pleased 'Good Evening' was all that was offered to the girl before the vampire made his way through the living room and towards the stairs that led to his own bedroom. He hadn't considered the possibility that his lover might so desire to venture elsewhere in the elaborate home. His movements, within that moment, were entirely habitual, created from the hours they'd spent between those sheets in a glorious state of ecstasy. It was, in fact, that soft brush of Dorian's fingertips upon his hand that so saw the vampire pause. His indigo gaze shifted quizzically towards the King, a single question on his lips, "Hm?". His eyebrows wrinkled ever so slightly as Dorian turned at the top of those steps to retreat further down the hallway and into an office he was certain he had never shown the man before. Clearly, Dorian had made himself entirely at home in those hours in which the vampire was all but dead to the world at large. The aspect of this, however, hardly perturbed the man in the least. After all, although his affairs were entirely his own and too not particularly well known, he hardly had any need to so hide them from Dorian himself. Sebastian managed estates and coal mines whilst his boyfriend managed an entire country - the comparison was nearly nonexistent.

Still, Sebastian watched inquisitively as Dorian removed his own jacket only to place it upon the chair across from that mahogany desk. He observed the peculiar fashion in which the King so rolled up his sleeves, the action entirely far more indicative of a man working then a monarch. His eyebrows furrowed once again as Dorian so kicked off his shoes and yet, during it all, Sebastian had hardly moved, his hands nestled in his pockets as he merely waited for some direction from the man before him. Those words uttered on the lips of the King were hardly astonishing in any real fashion - after all, Sebastian himself was well aware by this point of Dorian's like and indeed skills with such art. He'd seen the works the man was so able to produce with mere pencil, such capabilities did not come without a love of such a craft. Still, that impish grin had a way of so arousing a measure of suspicion within him, "I did not know there was an improper way to observe art." He stated, his words entirely teasing and yet, the vampire allowed that jacket to be removed from his form, followed by that tie Dorian had so inquisitively enjoyed and, finally that pressed ivory shirt.

That comment on his physical appearance brought a soft chuckle to the vampire's lips that simper dancing across his features with the same lightness as Dorian's own fingertips moved appreciatively across his chest. That question, however, to lay upon the floor only further prompted that continually rising note of curiousness within him and yet, with Dorian, he was perhaps always game. It hardly took much coaxing for the vampire to comply with the softest of exhales, the man finding own place upon that wooden floor with his body propped up on his elbows, his gaze expectedly settling on the King that stood over him. His gaze followed the man towards that peculiarly appearing side table, the vampire briefly wondering how he had failed to notice its existence prior to this exact moment and yet, such idle wonderings hardly lasted long before Dorian suddenly settled upon his hips.

The man's navy gaze briefly shifted towards the map Dorian had mentioned before is attention turned back towards his lover at the man's command to so remain still. "If you wish." Those words were but a softly uttered whisper, cut off instead by Dorian's lips so catching his own, his teeth brushing against that tender flesh in the fashion Sebastian found himself so utterly adoring. He despised the way in which the King so pulled away and yet, his attention was captured only by that swirling of colors the palette held within the man's hand. His head tilted to the side only to find that paintbrush raised and that color so stroking his own pristine, pale flesh. His darkly hued gaze followed that paintbrush as it so skirted across his flesh, his gaze flickered towards Dorian at the softly uttered lyric of the man's title and to the sea he ruled - the very sea in which was so delicately painted upon his flesh. "I was not aware I had the pleasure of keeping Poseidon himself for company." The vampire spoke and yet, there was a hint of distraction within those lyrics as that paint brush deposited more of that blue color upon his chest.

There was no denying that assault of sensations nor the memories they so pulled at. That touch was so similar to one very particular substance his life so depended upon. How long had it been since he was so entirely covered in that texture? No - Sebastian knew exactly how many years it had been since he'd lost control enough to nearly bathe within blood. He remembered what it was like to have his form covered in this exact same feeling. He had done so well, since then, he had continued that ever uphill struggle to remain entirely composed and yet that simple sensation of paint so managed to bring those moments rushing back to the man, calling to those vampiric desires that lay just beneath that thin veneer. A soft exhale was given, his eyes briefly fluttered closed as Sebastian so struggled to keep those wants in check, Dorian's fingers so smudging at his flesh in that delicate moment. His gaze opened at the sound of Dorian's words and yet, what did he offer in response? Did he tell the man how such a sensation reminded him of the last time he'd murdered? Did he say how much he longed for that substance that so ran through the King's veins? What of the ease at which he could so take every ounce of life from that astoundingly beautiful body? Or the simple fact that it was his own overwhelming adoration that even his own animalistic urges could respect that kept Dorian safe from himself? In the end, Sebastian chose to merely say nothing at all, his darkened gaze merely watching his lover in an entirely predatory fashion as that paint brush was so dipped once again - thank god he hadn't said red.