His lover's absence was momentarily entirely distressing to the usually independent vampire, until that very moment in which the man stepped over the threshold, leaving Sebastian entirely alone within the confines of his tiled bathroom. A small frown marred the Englishman's lips though it was entirely fleeting before that panic slowly left his soul and, in turn, he settled back into the warm embrace of that steamy water. The vampire was content, in those moments of isolation, to simply busy himself with so ridding his ivory skin of those multi-colored splotches and streaks of paint. Those blue and green hues had so blended together to create an entire array of colors, all of which now tainted that one clear water and too, he was sure, might stain his own pristine, ivory bath tub. It was a distraction that kept the man well busied until those moments later when the sound of Dorian's feet padding upon the wooden floors in the hallway so captured his attention. His navy gaze so snapped to his companion's form in those sweet moments, once again under the sway of the King's powers of forced loyalty - not that Sebastian hadn't already felt entirely inclined to keep Dorian as his own. After all, was that not the commitment he had so succumbed to?

Still, it was that peculiar bottle of olive oil so held within the man's hand that captured the entirety of Sebastian's attention, the corner of his lips frowning ever so slightly as he inquired to it's existence. It was hardly surprising, however, those words in which were returned to him. The prospect of women innately somehow simply knowing of such peculiar tricks to so make things immaculate once again had crossed his own mind - it was a stereotype that Elizabeth was certainly holding true. He would have to thank her later, for so sparing his hair from that turquoise color it was now so irrevocably tainted. He hardly questioned the woman, much less the bottle in the King's hand, any further, instead acquiescing to those silence requests as Sebastian leaned back into his companion, providing him the angles necessary to so work that cooking oil into his hair and, hopefully, free his blond locks from that paint. He was silent, in those moments, his eyes trained upon the mirror in the far side of the room as Dorian's fingers so diligently worked at his scalp. It was silly really, to expect any such instantly noticeable change and yet, there was a measure of desperateness within him for this alone.

Thankfully, that tension that so assaulted his form in the wake of his no-doubt impending doom was so effortlessly whisked away by the King's equally as meticulous attention to the vampire's dead form. It was astounding, even still, that Dorian was so entirely attentive to even that about himself that Sebastian was not. He was oblivious, in some fashions, how something so utterly insignificant and surely frivolous as the shade of his hair so managed to afflict him to the point where even his form held a certain measure of tightness. That working of Dorian's fingertips at those muscles so managed to absolve such a strain in a way that was altogether gratifying, a soft sound momentarily leaving his lips as his eyes fluttered closed, altogether leaning into that brush of Dorian's fingers against his form. The vampire was content, in those simple moments, to just exist under his King's touch until the very moment the man so declared his work entirely done. His eyes fluttered open, eying his reflection in a measure of hopefulness before stepping away from his lover, ducking his head under the water without a moment of hesitation, his fingers so working at his own locks to rid himself of that once threatening turquoise shade.

Moments later, the vampire resurfaced, so shaking his head in such a way to quite purposefully afflict his lover with those droplets, a warm grin so falling upon his lips at that outcry. He could hardly deny that chuckle that reverberated in his vocal cords before he stretched out his own hand, declaring that it was Dorian's turn to so rid himself of that paint. His indigo gaze remained steadfast upon that oil his lover so poured in his palm, a simple gesture all that was necessary to coax the king to turn and provide him with the back of his neck. His own hands rubbed together briefly before so massaging with a clear intent at the base of Dorian's neck, working that oil into his skin and locks in the same fashion the King himself had but moments ago. It was several moments till Sebastian stepped back ever so slightly, nodding in approval. "I believe you are ready to rinse." He spoke softly, his gaze briefly turning to that now colored bathwater as he so rubbed his oiled hands in the water that surrounded them, attempting to rid his flesh too of that distinctly oiled sensation.

It was only the soft utterance of Dorian's words that so drew the vampire's attention, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly in an entirely inquisitive fashion. "No? Not even for your baptism? Did they not dunk people then?" He questioned, this prospect of Dorian never letting his head drift under the surface of that liquid was entirely curious to him - after all, King George had made the sea bathing entirely fashionable within his own era. Still, it was Dorian's question of his eyes that so caused the vampire to nod, "Yes, I would, with all of this paint and oil." He assured his companion with complete certainty, protectively stepping closer towards the man with a glimpse of concern as, for the first time in centuries, the fae let his own head dip under the water. It was with particular care that Sebastian so watched Dorian in those moments, his own hands reaching out to gingerly massage any of that paint that remained on the back of Dorian's neck, attempting to assist to make this precarious moment as effective as possible.

The Victorian Englishman waited with patience as Dorian resurfaced and too, took a moment to regain his composure, the experience clearly entirely new to the man and yet, Sebastian only regarded him with a softened look of affection in those moments after. "Yes, it is." He uttered with a soft laugh as Dorian so attempted to strike himself with those droplets as he shook out those dark locks. His head shook ever so slightly in a clearly amused fashion as he settled once again within the tub, allowing that colored water to so embrace his form. Dorian's presence at the vampire's side was perhaps the only thing that saw him stir, just enough to so loop an arm around the man, pulling him closer into his side as that simple possessiveness so utterly required the King be. He was entirely at ease in those few moments, content to simply exist with comfort in that water, at least, until his own instincts once again began to so tug at him. They were easy to ignore at first, that knowledge of the impending rising of the sun, and yet, the closer that fiery sphere so crept to the horizon, the more he found himself fidgeting even against the form of his lover.

He was, perhaps, entirely thankful that Dorian had so taken those unspoken cues, declaring that their bath had come to an end. It was without protest that Sebastian stepped from the depths of that bath, so fetching that still folded towel only to dry his wrinkled and pruned figure from the water it had so been subjected to for so long. He pulled the plug of the bath, watching the water drain to leave a rim of turquoise on the edge of it, a soft sigh so leaving his lips in that moment and yet, he was assured either Elizabeth or Charles would see to it somehow whilst he slept. It was this simple knowledge that saw the man abandoned the bathroom altogether, trailing after his lover towards the welcoming embrace of those silken sheets. There was no denying that even after all the splendidness of those hours spent within Dorian's presence, there was too a certain kind of placidity to be found within those sheets with the man at his side, even if his body was all too dead to really appreciate it. The vampire crawled into the sheets, his form so nestling against that of Dorian's, his face nuzzling into the man's neck as he uttered softly, even though such words surely didn't need to be said, "Je vous remercie pour ce soir, mon amour." (Thank you for tonight, my love.)