Sebastian's suggestion that he should, perhaps, take his leave was hardly of any surprise to the Italian man. The way this evening had so progressed Dorian was assured his lover might never again accept a dinner invitation and indeed the Fae King could hardly find fault with such a thing. Neither Sebastian nor Samantha by any means comfortable in this situation, Dorian left so despairingly in the middle, a place he was loath to be, the hope that his roommate and boyfriend might so find something companionable in one another long since having faltered with the onslaught of Samantha's outburst and these revelations of....whatever it was that had so occurred between his companions before his arrival in this city. His own attempts to try one final time to move beyond that palpable awkwardness were entirely foolhardy, or so it would seem, Samantha making no attempt to insist Sebastian stay and indeed Dorian in turn was hardly willing to subject his consort to any more of this carnival of poor manner and awkward interaction against his will. His silver gaze lifts readily to his roommate once more, the woman determined to make her retreat, this perhaps, the first dignified action of the evening and yet Dorian merely affords her a small, if not tight smile and a nod of his head. He was obligated by social grace alone to attend to his companion the moment Sebastian departed. Dorian so entirely bound by those acts of chivalry that he was hardly inclined to falter on them now and yet his attention had returned entirely to the vampire now- Samantha making her way upstairs to leave the men alone.

It is that same faultless manner that was near second nature to the Fae that saw him rise from the table in the same moment as Sebastian did so, the vampire's assurance that Samantha feared him hardly argued. Even Dorian, without his ability to hear that panicked dance of his companion's heart had been aware of her fear- at least to some extent. The man so foolishly having believed that Samantha would be as the women he had once known in a time period in which she had never existed when such things remained so concealed until the correct moments to discuss them. It was surely his fault, as much as it was any of theirs that such an evening had perhaps been handled poorly. Dorian simply unused to these more modern customs and standards of behaviour. It was surely he whom had failed to understand and yet several centuries of life lived in one manner was distinctly difficult to undo. For now however, it hardly mattered.

"I know she is, though I did not anticipate it. There is little of this evening that I anticipated."

That weak simper so momentarily passes his features, the man so attempting to find even the barest shred of humour in his own failings before the silver of his gaze returned to the blue of his companions own. Sebastian's defence of himself, in the least, an action Dorian had anticipated. After all, it was the role of any gentleman- at the right time- to so state his own piece. Dorian's head nodded now though his mind so wandered with a plethora of possibilities as to just what had occurred on this clearly fateful evening. A tale, he is sure, he must receive from each of them in time if only so he might better understand. It was foolish in some sense perhaps, maybe love was as entirely blind as many said and yet no part of the Monarch was inclined to believe Sebastian had done as Samantha claimed, at least, not to the extent she so claimed it. How betraying such thoughts surely were to his friendship with the woman he so adored and yet for all he knew of the man he loved so entirely there is no part of him willing to believe that this story was not quite as Samantha told it- though surely not by any act of malice on the woman's part. She was...confused, surely. Dorian's own head shaking softly.

"It is not difficult for me to believe, Bastien, that you might try to save another. Do not worry yourself over this, though I know already you will. I will see you soon."

That kiss placed softly to his forehead sees the softest of smiles touch his lips all the same, Dorian so walking his companion to the door before shutting it softly behind him, the man leaning back upon it for a moment- one hand lifted to pinch at the bridge of his nose in before a sigh escapes him. How difficult it was to so find balance between these two beings he loved when it was so they hardly desired balance with each other, or in the least, Samantha was too fearful to attempt it. Dorian assured her concerns too- were valid even if he was unsure he desired to hear them. Still, it was his duty, he was sure, as both her friend and the man within this house to act as such. It takes but a moment for the man to make his way upstairs and towards his companions bedroom, one hand rapping softly on the wood of her door before he made his way within, the woman changed entirely into her sleepwear. Dorian pausing to seat himself upon the edge of her bed, the man silent a moment in contemplation, his gaze lingering absentmindedly upon the far wall of her room.

"I was harsher with you then I intended to be tonight and for that I am sorry. I am not used to the way things are done still and perhaps it is my error for not understanding and I will accept this. Where I am from though it is not customary to air grievances at the dinner table and in front of guests, it is considered highly improper to do that and I wish Samantha, I do, that you would have waited till afterward to tell me what had happened between you two. You put me in the middle tonight, not on purpose I am sure and I am not sore with you in any sense, yet that is a terrible place to be. I do not want to choose sides."

Yet hadn't he done just that? Even unintentionally? Yet could Samantha truly find fault with him for demanding he do as such with her accusations? He pauses once more, his voice hardly harsh in any sense, the man merely attempting to explain both his own actions and perhaps his perception of hers in this moment. She had been afraid of Sebastian, that much was clear and yet she had not been so afraid as to not attempt to call the vampire out in the middle of dinner. Had she truly feared for her life in his presence the man is assured she would hardly have done as such and yet perhaps, it mattered little. Fear, sometimes, made one act oddly and it was her right to feel any way she chose.

"Do you wish to tell me what happened that night? So that I might understand?"

Dorian Aragona