It was with no small manner of inquisitiveness that Dorian so observed that exchange between Sebastian and the vendor, the Fae having so expected some form of that paper money Samantha forever seemed to be declaring the importance off. Instead, the man so found his lover offering the stall owner some sort of black card, his own features falling into but a momentary frown as he attempted to see exactly what the stall owner did with a card before handing it back to Sebastian himself. How absurd! The delicate intricacies of modern currency however are perhaps a question for another time, Dorian so taken with his newly acquired treat that he resigns himself to asking after such things the next time his lover so chooses to buy anything. His attention now upon those neatly cut slices and the manner in which he observes his companion so consuming it. There was, he thinks, a decided novelty to eating with ones hands- Dorian very near enjoying the simple rebelliousness of such an action if only for the notion it would have appalled the courts. Hands utilised at the royal table for only the most troublesome of meals that truly did dictate a need to grasp in the manner a fork could not. Fruit was perhaps something of a grey area in that regard and yet he had never before so tasted anything quite like this! That thick sugary coating was almost sinfully sweet upon his tongue, a grin of delight spreading across his features as he so exclaims his enjoyment of this treat. Dorian so having found favour with candy this evening. The Fae King assured he may even consider eating it upon a more regular basis, any notion of its surely lacking health benefits entirely outside his mind to perceive as he bites down upon yet another piece.

Even that distraction of candy however, is not nearly enough to so draw his thoughts away from his consort and the efforts the vampire had so exacted to draw his attention away from those decidedly obscure moments outside the maze. Surely his companion did not truly believe Dorian would merely forget such an oddity of behaviour as that? Why Sebastian had taken his finger between his lips in some effort to taste his blood Dorian hardly knew, his own query seeking to draw out whatever worry it was that so afflicted the vampire behind that ever-present composure. How well considered his lovers mask in this was and yet how easy it had become for Dorian himself, in turn, to see so easily behind it. There was perhaps, some part of himself given to a sense of unease at this. Sebastian, while undoubtedly prone to worrying over anything that might be worthy of worry, so rarely ever allowed it (at least to Dorians knowledge) to so dictate his actions as he had done moments ago. Some part of the Fae King almost inclined to validate whatever concern it was the man so seemed to have found and yet it is his desire of that simple knowledge of whatever it was that so prompted that question from his lips. Dorian hardly determined to pry if his companion so refused him that knowledge and yet truly the Monarch so hoped he would not. Surely Sebastian possessed enough trust within himself to so share this concern that seemed to have struck him so quickly?

That careful consideration of words Dorian finds himself presented with was perhaps not unexpected, his own silver-hued gaze resting upon that indigo shade of his consorts own as Sebastian seemed to consider his own thoughts before speaking of the glowing fellow within the maze. The vampire content, it would seem, to so inform him the man had, in fact, not been glowing in any sense- Dorian frowning softly in this contemplation. Had Sebastian not seen it? Not at all? Perhaps it had been a mere trick of the light then? His own thoughts are interrupted only by that continuation of his lovers carefully offered lyrics, the vampire so admitting to having been testing his blood, in a fashion, although for what Dorian remained decidedly unsure. The idea of viruses or antibodies, much less any true knowledge of the contents of blood, was an idea far to modern for the Fae's time. Such scientific discoveries as that complex combination of cells let alone the discovery of illness identifiable within the bloodstream so entirely outside his ability to truly perceive. Even the words themselves so lost upon him and yet he hardly need understand such obtuse words when the meaning behind them was surely clear. Sebastian so apparently of the belief he was ill.

There was perhaps, a distinct part of the man that found himself ever curious as to just what Sebastian so could detect within blood, that ever present curiosity tugging at his mind with a veritable wealth of ideas to be explored and yet for now he so allows such idle considerations to pass, his lip quirking ever so slightly to a grin almost lopsided if only for the effort it so takes him to prevent the chuckle that threatens to spill from his lips unbidden in that moment. Dorian so having no desire to distress his companion with any such sudden dismissal of ideas when Sebastian was so clearly concerned. Ah, but how glorious it was too, in some fashion, to know his consort so cared for him this much as to worry. Dorian so allowing his hand to find Sebastian's own once more, offering it but the softest of squeezes in some measure of reassurance before he speaks, his own words carefully considered now in some effort to alleviate the vampires fears.

"I do not know what you know of my species, Mon Cher, but it is not possible for my being to become ill. I cannot catch so much as a cold. I saw my mortal Mother, two sisters and a brother taken by the Plague- all those servants whom attended to them soon died as well and even that did not touch me even though I had embraced each of them several times before they passed. I cannot be ill, Bastian, the possibility does not exist. You need never worry of that."

His words were decidedly true in this. Fae simply could not fall ill of any disease such as that which Sebastian searched for, Dorian so seeking to alleviate his lover's fears in this at least. The man so entirely oblivious to the notion that such words might merely press the vampire into the belief he was, perhaps, simply losing his mind instead. His own features frowning now however at some consideration of that glowing man that had been the very cause of this, his thoughts so drifting back to that single moment within the forest a week or so prior. Raven had not seen the glowing either and yet in the mere moments that had followed his visions of that unexplainable light he had so managed to stir that flora into life. Yet- the very idea of that so stirred his own nervousness now, Dorian having wholly rejected Raven's ideas in this. The Monarch so given to realise in that moment he had surely been silent too long as his gaze so finds Sebastian's own once more.

"It bothers me that you did not see the glowing being but I suspect perhaps I might.....explain it. You see I have seen it before. I need to find- ah, yes over there. Come this way."

Such abrupt actions are perhaps unusual for the man as he moves to stand, so finishing the last of his candy treat as he does. Dorian waiting only so long as it took Sebastian to rise before taking his lovers hand once more- heading now away from that main thoroughfare within that castle and towards those meticulous courtyards decorated in a myriad of lights all the same. The Fae King pausing now in that more secluded space before so abruptly casting his eyes downward to those well-trodden paths beneath them. It takes but a moment for the Fae King to find what he sought, the man oblivious to any further concern his unusual actions might so have afflicted within his lover before he moves to pluck that single, rather damaged and dead daisy from the grass. The damaged flower so having been stepped upon and crushed underfoot of hundreds of beings as Dorian so moves to extended it towards the vampire now, placing it neatly within Sebastian's hands.

"I shall feel entirely foolish if this does not work as it did the last time though I have never so tried to do it purposefully. I wish you would not look at me like that, you worry even me when you look so deeply concerned. I promise all is well- I think."

He moves to press back that hood of his own costume then, that wealth of dark hair so mused from being within, his silver gaze dropping from Sebastian now to that daisy he had so requested his lover hold. His hand simply extends then, the Fae so attempting to do just as he had done so accidentally the last time, allowing his finger to trace along that crushed and broken little flower with no small measure of concentration until he can feel that sensation within himself. He lifts his fingers so softly away but a moment later, eyeing that flower for several too-long seconds before that very glow that had afflicted the man within the maze seemed to surround that flora. This time such a thing was entirely within Sebastian's capability to see if only because Dorian so seemed to desire Sebastian see it. That daisy so suddenly seeming to flourish into life within the vampires hands, blooming into utter perfection as that glow slowly faded from around it- leaving a perfectly living specimen in place of the previously dead plant.

"I think, perhaps, I possess some talent for botany. I cannot say why the man was glowing to my eyes, I do not know yet what that means yet, but perhaps it was because he was amongst that corn. Did you see it glow this time, Bastian?"

There was no small measure of hopefulness within his voice that his companion had perhaps seen it this time, that warm simper adorning his features as he glanced upward now. Dorian so entirely oblivious to the true extent of this talent, the Fae so having misidentified such a skill as a mere ability to encourage plants. The true force of his own power decidedly unrealized.

Dorian Aragona