How easily that warm simper was teased to his lips at the soft murmur from the vampire, Sebastian seemingly willing in that moment to promise him 'anything' as the vampire so confirmed. Some measure of amusement and too an undeniable affection stirring within him at those words. There was, surely, within the entirety of the world something the vampire would not do for him and yet to hear the man speak as if he would never so consider denying Dorian anything was entirely endearing in a fashion. His fingers continue to tease at the hem of the man's pants, if only to toy with the mans thoughts for the simple amusement of it and so hold every inch of his lovers attention within that darkened maze. Ah, but how quickly he himself could be distracted from the terror of the place if only by the taste of his consorts lips! The kiss he affords his lover is fleeting and yet firm, Dorian relishing even that moment. Those wants from earlier within their night that had been so utterly quelled in the wake of this maze adventure stirring readily once more if only to remind him of what else he surely wanted tonight. Though even Dorian, for all his own boldness, is hardly willing to pursue that line of thought in this very location, the man pulling softly back at last to request Sebastian keep that secret of his own terror within the cornfield. After all, it was surely unbecoming of a King to leap into another man's arms when threatened with an assailant! Yet, how much of it was truly fear of his attacker as opposed to fear of that terrible weapon Dorian hardly knew nor cared to truly consider. The bemused grin he is rewarded with resulting in his own momentary chuckle at this most bizarre and yet entertaining of evenings. His lips pressed a final time to his lovers cheek at the man's assurance his secret was surely safe.

"I have every belief in you."

Sebastian's hand falls to his waist once more, Dorian entirely content to leave it there- the Monarch so at last having become entirely content in these public gestures and open touches such as this. Dorian hardly caring who should see, after all, the modern world was a damn sight bolder in everything else and in this Dorian no longer holds any concern. Besides, there was a very different sort of pleasure to those public touches, one that so allowed the King to announce without any words or titles that Sebastian was entirely his own to have and enjoy and love. It was possessive perhaps and yet in all his years the Fae had never truly had another on which to offer such devotion nor felt any implication too. It was archaic in its design perhaps, to consider his lover something to be owned- Sebastian far more than that- and yet that entirely possessive part of himself, such a new part too that he had hardly known existed until now, was terribly fierce in its assurance of that simple and ancient fact. It would be decidedly ungentlemanly to ever voice it and yet so taking the man's hand, pulling him close, holding him in any fashion else allowing his lips to brush his lovers own in front of any others- while so displaying that undeniable love he held for him was, too, quite the sign to anyone whom cared to look that the vampire was his. Dorian assured he would have it no other way. This mention of his appetite distracts his thought once more, a soft snort of amusement echoing within that maze before the pair began to make their way out of it.

It is only once they are very near the exit once more that Dorian finds himself given to pause, his fingers brushing against Sebastian's arm in an effort to draw his lovers attention to what he is assured Sebastian can hardly have missed if he himself can see it so clearly. Dorian merely lifting his hand to point to that utterly glowing individual nestled within the pitch dark of the maze, his form aglow in that soft white gold light that seemed to encompass him entirely and so afforded the ancient Fae the knowledge of exactly where the man hid. Dorian so entirely ignorant of just how far away the man truly was. Even his own senses, sharper then a mortals surely were, should not nearly be capable of so identifying a man at that distance and in this darkness and yet truly the Monarch thinks little of it. The concern that so momentarily adorned both his lovers voice and features lost upon him, Dorian wholly assured Sebastian could see such a thing too before moving to lead the way out of that maze. That masked man he had spotted well before failing to truly terrify him as they stepped at last back into that carnival space, Dorian content to announce his enjoyment of that adventure, his thoughts turned readily to these treats Sebastian had promised him- any further words however, were silenced by his lover stepping before him. Dorian halted now as the vampires hand raised to rest beneath his chin, the King so allowing his head to be tiled upward in this impromptu examination. A momentary simper of amusement touching his lips, his words entirely good-natured in response to whatever game his lover was playing.

"Whatever are you-"

That entirely unusual look that manages to work its way onto his companion's features sees his own words fall short, Dorian allowing his own brows to knit together now as Sebastian so lifted their intertwined hands, disentangling their fingers until he is left with Dorian's own pinkie finger. That finger lifted suddenly to his lips until the tip is pressed upon the sharpened point of one bottom fang. The resulting prick so small it is barely felt by the confused Fae as little more than the barest few drops of blood surely well to the surface and afford Sebastian that taste he seemingly desired. The vampire remained entirely silent as he very near seemed to consider that taste, Dorian watching silently in turn, remaining near obediently still, before he is offered little more than a sound of contemplation and the brush of his lovers tongue across that wound. Dorian returning his hand to himself a moment later, the man briefly examining that already healed, minute wound before his decidedly confused gaze returns to Sebastian's own once more. His lips part to ask after just what Sebastian had been doing before he finds his lovers fingers wrapped about his own once more- the vampire striding determinedly through the crowd. Dorian so unaware of this blood test to which he had suddenly been subject nor the wealth of concern that had blossomed within his companion.

This effort at distraction however, is one Dorian knows entirely well. After all, many of those delicate nuances of social etiquette of their times had been read from the same book. Sebastian's efforts perhaps failing to ensnare his attention away from that obscure moment as they might any other- if only for Dorians understanding of just what the man was attempting to begin with and yet, for now at least, his own manners hardly fail him. Dorian allowing his lover to distract him for this moment at least, his gaze readily drawn to those colourful stalls and that utter wealth of candy that seemed to present itself in every shape, colour and type imaginable. His silver gaze widens now at such an abundance of choice, all of it unfamiliar, Dorian merely allowing his eyes to wander for several moments in an effort to find what appeared to be the most delectable (or most sugar coated) before at last gesturing to those caramel apples.

"You mentioned those earlier this evening I am assured, perhaps we might try those?"

Modern money in any sense remains elusive to the man still, Dorian content to watch Sebastian's efforts to acquire such treats, assured he must ask the man to teach him one day to understand this currency before he takes that offered sweet with its Halloween-themed decoration now neatly sliced up. Dorian content now, to lead them towards the nearest available bench, sitting himself upon it to better enjoy this new treat beneath those glowing lights and amongst that energetic crowd. For several moments still the man is merely determined to examine that caramel apple and its decorated surface, Dorian marvelling at even this achievement before considering how best it might be eaten. The Monarch so turning his attention to Sebastian once more, watching as the vampire merely selected but a slice to bite into- Dorian mimicking this gesture. Even if eating with ones hands was still something of an oddity. The taste is decidedly sweet, a grin so spreading across his features near instantly. The Monarch, it would seem, very much in possession of a sweet tooth when allowed to indulge- Dorian so eagerly reaching for yet another piece, tongue brushing across his lips in that interim.

"Ah, mais c'est Glorieux!" (Ah, but it is glorious!)

He declares, that equally glorious grin to affixing his features, very near half that treat consumed before he so seeks to broach that earlier subject once more. Dorian hardly having forgotten his lovers unusual actions much less that hint of worry that seemed to afflict him still and beneath that perfectly well-practised façade of English gentry. Ah, but Dorian knew him better then that even if they had not yet been together for the entirety of a year just yet. Worry, after all, had been perhaps one of the first of those hidden traits of his lover Dorian had become aware off in all their months together. How prone to it Sebastian was! Although as to what had caused this Dorian hardly knew.

"Bastian, are you going to tell me why you so felt the need to taste my blood outside that maze? If I did not know better I would assume you were hungry and yet that was not your hungry look, Mon Cher, no- I know that look. This one was very different though I know it as well and it is still there even though you hide it. Will you tell me what is worrying you?"

After all, was not that part of this very relationship they were in? Was not this sharing of worries so permitted between them? Surely there was not something Sebastian so desired not to tell him? For now however, Dorian merely allowed his gaze to rest upon his boyfriend, his words wholly gentle all the same. After all, worries were serious things and best dealt with- though bluntness was rarely the way. Dorian merely offering the man he loved a chance to voice what was on his mind though he would hardly demand it from him. If Sebastian so preferred not to say then for tonight, at least, Dorian would simply let it go. Worry, after all, does not afflict him nearly so readily.

Dorian Aragona