In the wake of all they had done tonight, that assurance that his lover had successfully 'dated' him, as he so called it, fell entirely effortlessly from his lips. There was little doubt that this evening had perhaps been one of his best in a long string meaningless nights with forgettable faces. Those souls that floated within his line held very little knowledge of the vampire's preference, a fact he often preferred to keep exactly as it was, and so, they often failed entirely to entice him in the fashion that Dorian had so managed to tonight. Still, despite how well he knew of the Italian fae's affections for him, Sebastian could hardly ignore those wants that still plagued him, followed closely by the simple concerns that his lover might, in those notable hours lost to him, leave him. Such fears were surely so brought on by those desires to so possess the monarch as his own and yet, the Englishman hardly questioned those sensations that so plagued at his soul. Instead, that inquiry fell so tentatively from the man's lips, his attention so wholly dedicated to his lover in what he considered rather delicate moments after, so waiting for what somehow felt as an answer his life so seemed to depend upon.

That rational part of the vampire, as quiet as it so was in those moments under the weight of Dorian's affinity, knew well that the king surely would not deny him this and yet, Sebastian find himself needing a far more vocal reassurance then this. Those sweet for words were but music to his ears, seeing his own form relax from a certain sort of tenseness he had been wholly unaware of afflicting him at all. The soft press of Dorian's lips against his neck only further managed to do squash such demanding concerns and, slowly, a simper so crossed the man's pale features. "Thank you." Those words were but softly uttered, the vampire instead falling into silence in those rare but decidedly comfortable moments after, entirely content to remain as he was despite the shades that now marred his form. In fact, it was only Dorian's suggestion for a bath that turned his own attention downwards and towards his own toned physique, covered as it was in multicolored layers. "A bath had never sounded so good." Sebastian admitted, allowing his fingers to so fold within his lover's. And indeed it hadn't, the paint was still entirely slick upon his form in many places, drying awkwardly still in others, and, even worse, having ventured into areas the vampire certainly did not want such a substance to be.

Still, the vampire allowed his companion to so lead the way, knowing well the man was still far more modest than Sebastian himself was. He had little concern for his own state amongst his servant, their family had certainly seen him in far worse states over the years and he was incredibly certain such stories passed through the generations of servitude. Still, he lingered on the other side of that door, content to merely be beside his lover as Dorian so peered into the still, silent hallway. His head tilted to the side as he waited for the verdict, the vampire all too content to follow behind the King as he led the way into the vampire's own luxurious bedroom. Despite entirely being within Sebastian's domain, the man still found himself entirely clinging, in some fashion or another, to the monarch he so adored. Instead, Sebastian remained silent as he remained at Dorian's side, finally parting from his companion only to busy himself with the facet whilst his lover so inspected their painted forms in the full length mirrors amongst the wall. He glanced upwards at his companion at the King's words, a soft snort so leaving his lips, "I'm sure I look like a veritable disaster in comparison." He commented, glancing briefly towards his own reflection within that mirror.

He glanced back down towards the water, letting his hand gingerly drape within the water, ensuring the temperature was exactly what he wanted it to be. The vampire slowly rose, simply standing beside the water as it filled slowly but steadily to the top. He leaned back down just enough to so turn off the knobs, entirely unaware of the memories that so toyed at the forefront of his companion's mind. He had relived those very same thoughts a multitude of times over, sitting alone in that tub on those days Dorian had left him to return to that roommate he so cherished. With Dorian here, however, the monarch had the entirety of his devoted attention. He watched as his companion so stepped within that glorious warmth, his indigo gaze so meeting the silver of his King's, his hand so gingerly fitting within that of his lovers before he followed suit to so step with care into that liquid that so brought a soft sound of satisfaction from his lips. Those teasing words brought a warm grin to his features, the vampire entirely unable to deny that he was, in some facets, already entirely able to feel the aftermath of their perhaps more fervent coupling. "Je pense que je peux gérer." (I think I can manage). He responded all the same, content to settle within that warm embrace of that once pristinely ivory tub. Now, he was assured it too would suffer the same fate as his office and his own body.

The vampire all too effortlessly soaked up each genteel touch he was afforded, his body shifting ever so slightly closer towards his companion within those moments as Dorian took his arm into his lap. He watched in silence as the man so worked at his skin, trying with marked effort to so remove that paint that stained the paleness of his flesh. Thankfully, such color hardly clinged too long, the water around them quickly changing from one color to another. An inquisitive glance so fluttered over his features as Dorian so seemed to look up at him, the vampire hardly had considered the state of his own hair or their ability to so get the color from those light locks. The sound of his name, however, prompts but a soft sound from his lips, the vampire so eagerly meeting that soft brush of Dorian's mouth against his in a kiss far more chaste than perhaps any they'd afforded each other all evening. The question, however, entirely caught the man off guard. "New....color?" He inquired, those darkly hued irises widening ever so slightly. "This isn't going to come out?!" There was perhaps a noteable touch of concern to his voice within that moment as his gaze immediately searched for the mirror on the far sound of the room, so eying those streaks of blue and green that made him seem more like a rebellious teenager of the modern era then a centuries old Victorian gentleman. And yet, even despite the notable worry, Sebastian found himself wholly unable to reply, the perhaps vain man trying to find some silver lining to this sudden shift in his appearance.