How curious it was, that Sebastian so seemed to find a sense of pride in his entirely lacking American accent, the notion no less amusing to the Fae King all the same as he so regarded his lover with that ever intriguing sense of curiosity. That the vampire so strove to sound less British on occasion however had never truly occurred to Dorian himself, this idea of 'slang' perhaps equally as baffling and yet these subtle intricacies are surely all the more endearing to the man. After all, Sebastian was perhaps as he in some regards, any truly personal information offered only in the barest of glimpses or when so distinctly asked after. It was, after all, their way- and yet perhaps small and insignificant thought it was Dorian finds himself so treasuring even these small and personal offerings if only because it is so entirely for him alone to know. There was an intimacy all its own to knowing these small and personal traits and as such that same soft simper so traces his own lips in response before falling into step beside his companion to so navigate that overly chaotic street.

"I am quite fond of your accent all the same."

He simply assures, gaze glancing briefly to his lover once more before the very plethora of colour and costume so draws his attention to the world around him. He would surely never understand why the modern world had become so loud in his time away from it. His hearing perhaps, by very nature of his species, was decidedly sensitive and yet in all the months he had spent within this city he had become almost used to the notion of car horns and phones and music and the sheer volume at which people seemed to talk nowadays. Some voices very near akin to yelling at even their normal volume and yet this evening it seemed the world had raised its volume even more. Children screamed, adults laughed, every second being suddenly in possession of a desire to growl like an uncultured beast as Dorian merely stares in some effort to truly appreciate the notion of what appears, so far, to be a terribly obscure holiday. Yet, for all his own inability to perhaps appreciate such an evening it was, evidently, of some importance to Sebastian and it is for that reason alone that Dorian so subjects himself too it. His curiosity for such a events too, surely only inclines the Monarch to indulge himself in this revelry. At least to an extent. Dorian entirely unsure as to whether he would ever have allowed Sebastian, his artistic skills so far untested, to paint his face as so many people seemed to have allowed. The majority in a decidedly poor fashion.

For all that passes his gaze this evening however, it is only those witches that reap any true reaction from the man, his disdain for them decidedly clear, his heartbeat quickening in response to each and every witch they pass. It is an age-old fear and one he cannot seem to master fully and yet for all his fear of those creatures there existed a part within himself that finds him decidedly agitated with them. That delicate brush of Sebastian's shoulder against his own seems to draw his thoughts away from the nearest stylised witch, the mere presence of his consort decidedly grounding in that moment and yet the appearance of yet another green-haired hag sees that fear spike once more. How unbecoming it was to find himself beset with such foolish responses as this! Yet, such fear ran within his very veins, a fear perhaps far more visible to his companion then he had anticipated, Sebastian so offering his arm a mere moment later in a gesture entirely surprising and yet one that so inclined that warm simper to the Fae's lips once more if only for the amusement he so found within it. Sebastian, as himself, so trained to offer such response even without thought- such an endearing thing!

"It is alright, I am fine, I promise."

He allows his hand to rest briefly upon Sebastian's arm all the same in some measure of reassurance, so offering the man an explanation of sorts as to just what seemed to perturb him amongst that crowd, Dorian entirely glad to be away from the streets and within the embrace of that castle! It is within those decorated halls and with his fingers so entwined within Sebastian's own that Dorian is readily given to dismiss those witches. His attention instead is drawn in near every direction and to every attraction at this 'carnival' as his lover had so called it. Ah, but this would take an entire night to enjoy! An entirely delighted grin finds its way to his features, Dorian moving amongst that crowd, unperturbed in the least by the amount of people before a seemingly inanimate statue makes a lunging move towards him. The Fae King sent stumbling back into Sebastian before the joke is so revealed to him- the King taking that offered picture. A chuckle parting his lips at Sebastian's words, Dorian so momentarily leaning back against the man in but a small gesture of affection.

"I promise you entirely, Bastien, that when a decent picture of us so exists I shall keep it also. You shall have to show me how to craft these sorts of pictures. I do not think it is painted."

Cameras, after all, were also decidedly outside the man's knowledge. That photograph tucked within his own ghostly outfit for now before he allows Sebastian to so coax him away from that excitable suit of armour that had already found his next victim. The sudden excitement that so seemed to beset his consort is hardly missed, Dorian taking a truly great pleasure in this sheer boyish delight that had so seemed to overcome the man as he offered a wealth of choices for what to do first. The Fae King hardly aware as to what any of them truly were, his silver-hued gaze briefly searching for this headless horse Sebastian had so apparently found before he returns his attention to the vampire with a look of consideration.

"Perhaps we might see this maze of corn?"

It seemed, at least to Dorian, to be the most sensible sounding choice. Ah, but how little he so knew of corn mazes! Dorian so falling into step beside the vampire once more. Sebastian seeming positively alive tonight in a manner that was near infectious in its exuberance. The Monarch so following his lover to the beginning of that surprisingly dark maze, a look of surprise so touching his features. This did not entirely appear to be as he had anticipated it was, in fact, it looked positively dangerous- his own features frowning slightly as Sebastian so suddenly began to walk into that darkness. Dorian momentarily paused at that entrance still in a moment of indecision. Surely, if the vampire was content to stride into it no truly great horror would befall them and indeed it would be decidedly poor form for the very King of Naples to shy away from such a thing, he was surely no woman after all! His own steps quicken slightly, bringing him to Sebastian's side once more as they press into the beginnings of that maze, Dorian so glancing towards the man beside him now.

"Need we simply find the end of it? Is this idea as it was in my own day?"

Mazes, after all, were hardly new. Hedges trimmed into such patterns as to delight the courts with idle wanderings through them had been a pastime in even his own age, finding the centre of the maze a game so many had enjoyed before finding their way out and yet this maze seemed decidedly more....gothic in nature. Dorian decidedly unsure as to whether he desired to see the centre of it at all. He rounds that first corner easily, a scream from somewhere deeper within that maze seeing his features frown as he simply presses on, the Fae King moving just a little ahead of his companion now. The path ahead decidedly dark amongst that towering corn. A sudden idea seeming to press upon the Monarchs thoughts.

"Bastian, is it so you can see in the dark? Is this a skill of your species?"

He pauses briefly then, attention resting upon his lover, that ever-curious mind so seeming to contemplate such ideas before Dorian shifts, stepping now behind Sebastian before gesturing forward.

"It has occurred to me that in the interest of safety that perhaps it is best if you go first. I am not afraid, Mon Cher, I simply think you are more well suited to the task of......corn maze navigation then I."

He gestures once more for Sebastian to so lead the way, Dorian entirely content to walk behind him as they continue on. The Fae King so entirely oblivious to that masked being just to their right and nestled within the confines of the corn with fake bloodied knife in hand- a sudden roar erupting before the man burst free of that cover to charge towards that pair.

"Mère de Dieu!" (Mother of God!)

The words are barely free of his lips, a shout of panic so following before the Fae King so dives forward in a decidedly unroyal fashion, arms wrapping about Sebastian's waist in some evident belief the vampire might somehow save him from the knife wielding creature (else potentially that he might use Sebastian as shield) that had already melted back into the darkness. Dorian's heart hammering within his chest now as he clung to his lover still.

"We have decided this is a better spot."

Dorian Aragona