There was no denying that, when it came to things of the more intimate variety, Sebastian was all too willing to regale Dorian's interest and passing fancies. Oh the pleasure he had found at the hands of his lover! And the pleasure he undoubtedly would continue to do so, this notion of red underware and the game that so went hand in hand with them was entirely intriguing to him, enough so to permit that undergarment he so often avoided. "I will make a point to then." He commented softly, the corner of his lips tilted upwards in a small grin. That talk, however, was interrupted quickly enough by the presence of dessert, one that utterly distracted the Englishman perhaps more than even the playful words they had but moments ago exchanged. It was rare, truly, that Sebastian saw fit to nibble upon such substanance his body no longer required and yet, tonight he had made an exception. The presence of that delectably chocolate cake was enough to coax him even further. His nose twitched momentarily, so tasting the air as that distinct scent of fresh, warm, chocolate filled the area around their small table. This was a smell he could so pick out against the flurry of scents that assaulted his quickly waking body and yet, this was the only smell to draw any sort of reaction from the vampire. His whole focus was entirely steadfast upon that singular round cake.

That taste he'd so stolen of the sweet was wholly cherished by the vampire, the man all too willing to lick every crumb and morsel from his spoon. Oh the gloriousness of chocolate! It was a food unlike any other! And yet, he was painfully aware, within that moment, that the chocolate cake was not his. Indeed, his bright blue eyes continued to eye it with some thought on how much was permissible to steal from his lover before he resigned himself to his now entirely lackluster cheese cake. At least, such was his intent before the cake was so tantalizingly presented to him. And oh how foolish he'd been to think he could so effortlessly take another bite of it! His spoon was but mere inches from that spongy substance before the cake was pulled away from him and the vampire was left, in turn, both distraught and cake-less. A small frown marred his lips, that whine following but moment's after and yet, slowly, his spoon came to rest upon the cotton table cloth in front of them. He hardly expected to be blackmailed for cake! And yet, it was perhaps Dorian alone who could so produce such an immediate response from him, the vampire surely willing to give in to this ransom demand for the prospect of that chocolatey substance.

He was entirely unaware, in that dreadful moment of suspense, the fashion at which Dorian's resolve remained but non-existent in the wake of that nearly boyish look that had crossed his features. With his guard utterly demolished, as it so often was in the presence of the fae King, his facial features tended to become far more expressive than he usually allowed the world at large to so view him. This moment was surely one such display of his own simple comfort in Dorian's presence. It was the sound of his name that slowly drew his gaze from the remains of that cake to his lover himself. Those words, however, brought little more than a roll of the vampire's eyes, that pout once again crossing his features and yet, this time, it was hardly for the cake itself. Thankfully, any response he would have afforded his companion was entirely lost by that plate being moved towards him and, in return, the vampire was content to gorge himself on the remains of that undeniably worthwhile dessert. "This is why I love you." Sebastian uttered after his first bite, glancing upwards with an all too please grin across his features. Ah, it was but the simple things the vampire so could relish in!

He took a second bite of that cake, glancing up once again at Dorian's comment of the piano that he had so offered and briefly, the vampire nodded ever so slightly. "This cake has earned you exactly one song." He informed his lover, the gravity of such a bargain surely overstated in those rare glimpses of boyish playfulness. Thankfully, his sweet tooth and newfound borderline obsession with the dessert was relatively short lived and soon enough, the dessert was gone entirely. His spoon was licked sufficiently and that glass of bloodied wine too emptied. There was nothing quite as good as the taste of chocolate, wine, and blood - even if it was hardly the real deal. Still, at the sound of Dorian's voice, his own gaze shifted back towards the fae King. The vampire leaned forward ever so slightly, his own lips sweetly brushed against Dorian's own until that touch of Dorian's tongue against his sensitive lips brought the softest of sounds from the back of his throat. With his need for food satisfied, there was very little to stop Sebastian from simply enjoying his lover in other more intimate fashions. His head bobbed ever so slightly at the inquiry of leaving and yet, it was the comment that Dorian intended to stay yet another evening that so produced that simper across his lips. "I suppose I best make good use of this time then, hm?" He inquired, his gaze wholly lingering upon his companion as he rose.