It is with that same easy grace that Sebastian does all things that the man so seeks to assuage those concerns Dorian so found within his roommate and her decidedly obtuse behaviour. She seemed so positively terrified of the man and yet Dorian had, wrongly, given in to the assumption the woman feared vampires in general. Neither his lover nor Samantha herself having chosen to mention this incident in which they had met before and as such Dorian remained wholly oblivious to it. His features lifting into that soft simper at Sebastian's assurance he was hardly concerned with Samantha's behaviour- Dorian relaxing more notably now as Samantha placed that meal before them before taking her own seat. The silver gaze of the man brushes readily over that meal with no small hint of inquisitiveness- the man hardly partaking of food very often and yet his intrigue in that which he has neither seen nor tried before remained decidedly intact. For now however, he so seeks to direct their conversation elsewhere, doing as he had spent a veritable lifetime doing and so providing the party with a neutral topic to so discuss. One that, unfortunately, came at his own expense and yet he himself was perhaps the single thing the pair before him held in common. Dorian so effortlessly moving to encourage that comfortable conversation between the pair in the wake of Sebastian so offering Samantha that bottle of wine.

It is Samantha whom so readily seems to seize onto that topic of conversation, some of her usual demeanour seeming to return as she chuckled, his own eyes rolling slightly at her apparent pleasure in his having managed, at last, to so call a bicycle by its correct name. The way in which her gaze so pointedly rested upon his lover however was hardly missed. Dorian a decidedly observant being when he chose to be, his own features frowning slightly at this implication Samantha so seemed to label Sebastian with and yet- true to his good nature Dorian affords it little attention for now. The Fae King instead choosing to focus more upon that first day itself, one eye lifting upward at Sebastian's words- his gaze returning to his lover then.

"I did not quite understand the function of roads at that point and it would seem that the bicycle rider was attempting to break some sort of speed record I was unaware off. He collided with myself and we were both knocked down. That is when Samantha so attempted to rectify the situation and I attempted to have the bicycle rider arrested. I had not, I fear, quiet realised what country I was in."

For all his airs and graces Dorian so possessed an ability to find amusement within his own actions, the man allowing that simper to touch his lips for a moment, gaze moving to rest upon Samantha again, the man seeming to recall that day once more as another look of curiosity so tainted his features.

"Then those men chased us. Those, what did you call them? Police? They are the most unhelpful beings I have ever met."

That Dorian still did not fully understand why the police had been so intrigued with him remained to be seen, the man shaking his head softly before his attention returned to the meal that sat before them in expectation. It is most assuredly chicken and yet of what kind the man hardly knew, gaze eyeing it was no small measure of intrigue before one hand gestures to the dinner once more- lyrics addressed now to Samantha once more.

"What exactly did you say this meal was?"

The woman had promised him not but an hour before that it was Italian and yet the man failed to see anything even remotely Italian about that dish before him. His people perhaps, having decided to invent such a dish in his absence as they had invented pizza- one food the man was not at all opposed too if only in small amounts.

"Sebastian showed to me one of the foods of his country one evening. It was a sort of battered fish and long cut potatoes wrapped in paper and salted. It was very good."

Dorian continues, with all the effortlessness of his years at court, to so continue that easy conversation once more and attempt to provide Samantha with at least some insight upon the decidedly safe activities his nights with Sebastian had so been occupied with. Dorian content to ignore any mention of any other activities that had followed- his gaze returning then to the vampire that smile returning to his lips at the very memory of those fish and chips.

Dorian Aragona