It had occurred to Dorian within that expanse of days and nights spent without his lover that it was more likely than not the case that neither Sebastian nor Samantha would, in any sense, ever find any true companionship with one another. They would, he knew, both tolerate the other and remain civil in the same room, if only for his sake ad yet truly the King hardly desired to be the reason for which his companions so attempted to pretend as if either were comfortable. It was perhaps disappointing in some sense, that those he cared for might so find less then satisfaction in the presence of the other and yet Dorian has lived long enough to have seen this situation before and countless times over. It was as it was, it may never change and such is the very nature of the Fae King that the man has simply accepted this truth and very near moved beyond it. He is, perhaps quite unlike his lover, hardly prone to those deeper worries in most instances. His only concern in this was, perhaps, some small ad lingering knot of discomfort that feared that dreadful dinner might have somehow damaged something between himself and Sebastian. Those nights apart in the wake of it and despite those texted words of adoration from his lover still seeking to allow his own thoughts to turn perhaps more then he cared and yet- in the wake of that utter transformation that had seemed to overtake Sebastian entire home in a plethora of nightmarish decoration the Fae King is entirely content to forget even his own mild concerns in the wake of the confusion that seems to ensnare him. Along with an entirely new fear that Sebastian had taken to interring people within his front lawn over a single bad evening.

It was, on some level, entirely pleasing to see that the inside of the man's home had remained, for the most part, unscathed by this absurd style that the outside of the house had absorbed. His servants however, appeared to have lost their minds entirely, the sight of the Elizabeth in an outfit that not only displayed her knees let alone appeared to afford worship to Satan seeing the Fae King stumble back in genuine shock before so hurrying across the room in an effort to reach Sebastian upon that ebony couch. There was, after all, a part of the Monarch that had so come to find safety in Sebastian's presence, a belief in some sense that the other man simply would not allow any true misfortune to come to him. As such it is now Dorian finds himself all the more willing to be beside his Lover in this wake of an evening he is desperately far from understanding. The presence of that cloak however, fails to go unnoticed in those moments in which the Monarch so finds his silver gaze a moment to truly observe his companion. Some small measure of inquisitiveness so readily touches his features now as he inquires of it. In all the time he had known Sebastian whether within the comfort of his own home or upon the streets the man had never before dressed in quite a fashion as this. Dorian not entirely assure as to the appropriateness of a cloak in these modern times. Sebastian's assurance that he was, indeed, adorned in such a thing only further seeking to concern the dreadfully confused Fae in that moment as the rest of his worries so tumble from his lips behind that admittance that he surely loved Sebastian all the same.

The soft chuckle that so parts his consorts lips sees his own features soften slightly at even that mere sound, much of that tension readily leaving his frame if only at this subtle assurance that, on some level, Sebastian himself hardly appeared concerned as his hand so found Dorian's own, tugging him down and onto the sofa beside him. Ah, but how even this gesture of affection so entirely simple and so easily done might cause his heart to flutter even after all this time! How he had missed him during even those short few nights apart and how foolish it was that he never did seem to ever have enough of his own lover. Those rapidly blossoming desires however are withheld, if only for a moment, at the mans response to his own query upon his dress, Sebastian merely assuring him that he was, indeed, a vampire and as such his outfit, on some level, was evidently required. Such an explanation was hardly as Dorian had anticipated it to be, a ready confusion still lingering upon his features all the same as he took but a moment to so consider his lovers words.

"You mean to say this is the traditional dress of your species?"

Dorian had never quite heard of such a thing before and yet prior to his arrival here he had known so terribly little about species outside his own. That vampires might so adorn themselves in a traditional outfit every now and then was surely a possibility, even if one he had failed to consider before. His question as to why Sebastian felt the need to wear such a thing tonight had not but formed upon his lips before the vampire so pulls him closer and Dorian finds himself wholly inclined to forget the question. Those softly uttered words seeing that warm simper return to his own features. That glorious sensation of simple warmth seeming to spread throughout him once more at even those uttered words and this knowledge that there was surely nothing at all so damaged between them in any sense- that relief an exquisite thing. Dorian entirely content to admit his own wants in this. His voice softly offered now.

"Ah, but I have missed you too, Mon Cher. I have so come to dislike waking up alone, how I miss you so terribly then."

How inglorious those nights seemed when he was resigned to waking alone and within his own empty bed with no Sebastian to tease at him beneath those sheets, to kiss his neck or worry at his ears and stir him from sleep entirely before he was ready if only for his own amusement. There was, of course, a different sort of pleasure to be found in Samantha's company. Dorian so hardly unhappy with so spending that needed time with his roommate and closet of friends and yet there is only so long, it would seem, that he is willing to forgo his time with his consort. That decidedly chaste kiss is more than welcome, Dorian returning the gesture with ease, utterly assured it had been far, far too long since he had kissed his lover. That second kiss he is offered however is of the sort Dorian finds he so desperately desires, the man easily parting his lips upon that silent request, allowing for that deeper and more intimate of embraces and the sort of kiss Dorian so adores. The man utterly content to forget about everything else in that moment. His own gaze flutters closed, if only momentarily, Dorian entirely content to relish in the taste of the man before he finds himself rather suddenly afflicted with an entirely different taste. Surprise so readily sees his gaze flutter open once more as Sebastian pulls away with a look distinctly mischievous, Dorian allowing that surprise candy to roll atop his own tongue now.

"What is.....oh, that tastes very sweet!"

Genuine astonishment so tainting his words. He had never before had candy in any form, let alone any real sugar in such a pure sense as this, the taste a distinctly new, exciting experience that seems to delight the man in every sense of the word. He continues to roll that sweet upon his tongue for several more moments in both a clear inquisitiveness and enchantment at the taste before at last allowing himself to bite down upon what remains of it and so crunch those last few remnants. It is those softly spoken words of his lover that so seek to distract him from this newest of discoveries if only for a moment, slate-hued eyes so meeting the dark navy of Sebastian's own with curiosity.

"I am sorry Mon Amour, but I do not know off this Halloween. I have never heard this word before. Nor have I ever tasted what it was you offered me just then, I think-"

He leans forward easily once more, one hand presses firmly upon the man's chest, so encouraging the vampire to lean further back upon that sofa, Dorian leaning over him now before pressing his lips so suddenly to Sebastian's own. This time however he allows the mere tip of his tongue to brush across Sebastian's upper lip- so stealing any remanets of that glorious sugar that might be left upon it, the Monarch so taking the man's upper lip between his own, sucking lightly upon it before subjecting his lower lip to much the same treatment. Assured he had stolen every last touch of sugar from them. That teasing simper so settling upon his lips once more as he leans away at last.

"-I like this taste. Have you more of them?"

Dorian Aragona