For all the vampire's decided downplaying when it came to his wealth and assets, he had little qualms on so spending his fortune on the man so carefully positioned within his lap. Quite on the contrary, the thought of so purchasing clothing for Dorian to further coax him to remain here within his home was entirely delightful to the vampire, even if he did his best to appear as it was little else but a logical decision. Then again, from his own continual exploration of Dorian's physique, he knew well what sort of things might so flatter his lover more so then his present clothing choice already did. There were some finer modern luxuries the King had yet to be aware of in the slightest, clothing that he was entirely assured Samantha could hardly afford to even consider. It was perhaps no secret that Sebastian found himself, even despite the months that passed, still lustfully eying his companion, both with and, as he was now, without clothing. Still, a warm simper crossed the vampire's lips at Dorian's own grin, the King clearly picked up on the intricacies of that unspoken forward momentum in their relationship with something so decidedly miniscule as clothing. Sebastian's head bobbed ever so slightly as he took another sip from his tea cup, allowing the King's fingers to continue tracing those patterns on his skin.

That simple brush of Dorian's lips upon his naked flesh certainly brought a level of softness to the vampire's gaze, the Englishman remained entirely content to stay as he was, simply observing his lover as Dorian's touch so began to drift further and further down before, quite disappointedly, disappearing altogether. This mischievous simper, however, was quite the tell for the undead man and yet, even he had the slightest of movements to prepare before that soft touch of Dorian's caress brushed against those far more sensitive areas that he so yearned to be satisfied. A soft exhale left his lips and yet, though he tried to reach out to his companion to continue that which Dorian so seemed to start, Sebastian found himself touching nothing but air. His lips pressed together ever so slightly in a show of discontent before his own affinity blossomed to life, the vampire entirely willing to use his powers for his own satisfaction if Dorian was going to use his to thwart him. Those words that so left the King's lips were silenced by his own hands pressing upon his neck, his lips sweetly brushed against those of his lover's.

Despite the wants Dorian was so able to bring to life within him, Sebastian's lips hardly lingered long before moving against his lover's jaw and towards his ear. His words were but softly uttered before the vampire pulled himself from the comfortable depths of his bed. It would be far too easy to remain nestled within those sheets and indeed, if it wasn't for Dorian's mention of their intentions for the evening, it was very possible Sebastian would have done just that. Still, even he couldn't deny his newfound curiosity for what sort of place might so coax his lover to want to visit a restaurant. What sort of peculiar oddity could cause the man to choose food over the comfort they had found within his bed? It was that alone that so caused Sebastian to step out of Dorian's grasp, offering naught but the smallest of mischievous simpers as he glanced over his shoulder to watch that clear roll of Dorian's eyes that he was so rewarded with in the wake of his own momentary and entirely unexpected playfulness.

The vampire retreated into the meticulously arranged closet, his fingers gingerly brushed over several hanging shirts as he glanced through his wardrobe for something that he was assured would fit the slighter figured fae. His head tilted to the side in sudden thought, "Oh..." He muttered to himself, suddenly shifting through several of the lower drawers before finding exactly what he was looking for. Sebastian pulled out a small stack of shirts, standing to present them to his lover. "I purchased them in Asia." He stated with the softest of sighs of regret upon his lips. "The sizing of their clothing is smaller than the rest of the world. I'd forgotten that...but they should fit you nicely." At the very least there had been some benefit to his frequent travels across continents, even if it was but for this moment alone. Regardless, the vampire was happy enough to turn his attention towards his own clothing, letting Dorian try on the new found shirts while he busied himself with finding something casual that he deemed acceptable. It was only once they had both found something that Sebastian so followed his companion down the stairs and out onto the cold air of the street.

The chill hardly perturbed him in any fashion, it hardly touched his form in the least except for the recognition of the absence of warmth that those summer months had once provided him. A small frown graced his lips as he considered this very thing, falling into step at his lover's side. Sebastian hardly bothered to question the King on their destination tonight, instead, entirely content to simply remain at his side regardless of what alleyway or side street it dragged them to. He hardly expected the address he was presented with, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as he mentally tried to remember the location of the street. "New cities are always a bugger to learn." He muttered softly before offering his companion the smallest of nods. "We will find it, I am sure." The vampire commented in an entirely reassuring fashion. His own fingertips reached out to his lover's, embracing Dorian's hand in the fashion he so often did now a days. Oh how that simple contact so had a way of persisting that tranquility he found within the fae King's presence alone, even if they had left the sanctuary of his own estate.