Sebastian was hardly oblivious to that grin that worked it's way across his lover's features, nor was he unaware of the snickering at that distinctly British phrase that left his lips in that moment of zeal at the mention of Timothy's name. Still little more than a soft sigh left his lips, his gaze fluttered towards the ceiling as his head shook ever so slightly. "And you wonder why I censor myself." He muttered, even though he hardly felt slighted in the least. He knew well enough that Dorian's reaction was entirely in good nature and it was, and his unwavering love for his companion, that saw him brush off the whole affair with a distinct ease. After all, the King had agreed that Timothy's name was well enough for the brilliant ivory piano that he was. It was that which he cared about and not the peculiar phrases that so ran rampant within his country, even if this particular one was far more modern than the insults that had afflicted his Victorian era. Still, the vampire settled on that familiar bench in front of the piano, a hint of eagerness filled him as it so often did every time he found himself seated here, regardless of too that cautiousness that afflicted him at so subjecting his lover to that affinity he had little control over.

Still, Dorian had seemed game enough, even despite the forewarning that Sebastian had provided him with. It was that simple gesture to continue that saw his fingers slowly rest upon those keys before moving with a sort of practiced fluidity. He played that song by memory alone, the notes somehow stuck within his head after all these years. The song, however, shifted after only a few moments, transforming into something else entirely, something that was uplifting, to a point, and far more reminiscent of the composure that Sebastian himself so idolized. It was only in that shift of those musical notes that his abilities so began to fill the room, traveling with those notes for as far as the sound of those hammers hitting the strings seemed to travel. He was vaguely aware of it, the feelings that so tugged at him, the emotions he was able to create and yet, to control them was altogether difficult if only because it required him to take his attention off of the music that too so managed to captivate him in the same fashion that it so enrapture the man at his side.

His own gaze shifted slowly from those keys towards the man at his side, ensuring that Dorian too was entirely well. It was a habit he had so taken up, that dutiful, no, possessive care of his lover in all things. This one was surely no different. Still, the King seemed entirely well at ease, thanks, no doubt, to the singular song choice Sebastian had made. Such great care had been placed for Dorian's sake. That soffer utterance, however, caught the vampire off guard, his own lips twitched upwards ever so slightly. "Thank you." He uttered softly in response, and yet, his playing still continued on for several moments longer still -letting that song reach its crescendo before slowly, it puttered out to that same soft, pensive sound that it had so begun with. A soft breath slowly left his lips as his hands pulled away from the ivory keys that so called to him, his attention turned with slow hesitance towards his lover at the sound of those softly uttered words. The Englishman's head bobbed ever so slightly as Dorian admitted that, now, he understood entirely why the vampire had seen fit to so forewarn him in the fashion that he did.

Still, it was that observation of his passion for this very art that caused an almost wistful glance across his features. "It was the only thing I remembered of my mother." He admitted softly. It was the first time he had ever admitted such a thing to a soul within the past century or so. His mother, his real mother, was a topic that Sebastian kept very dear to his heart. It was a thing he spoke of on very rare occasions, not even to his own wife - though really he had kept much from her to begin with. How Dorian so managed to coax those unbidden thoughts and secrets from him, he hadn't the faintest idea and yet, somehow, the King managed to without fail each and every time. Thankfully, such thoughts of his family long past were quickly replaced by the present and far more pressing matter - his affinity. It was Dorian's voice that refocused his attention once again, his head bobbing in agreement. "Yes I know, it's why I - wait, we?" Sebastian inquired, clearly quite unprepared for Dorian's willingness to be so beset by the mere range of emotion solely for his own practice. Still, he could hardly deny the simple fact that he genuinely wanted to so master this - he wanted to not have to worry of his music so sending his servants, or any unlucky passerby, into tears. "I would like that." He uttered softly, that small smile once again crossing his features.

And yet, despite that promise of what could come, his eyebrows still found themselves rising ever so slightly as Dorian spoke of his sudden new idea. The vampire hardly moved from his position, his fingers instead toying with the edges of those keys he yearned to touch, to coax to life once again. It was only the sound of Dorian's feet once again upon the floors of that ballroom that drew his gaze upwards with a hint of inquisitiveness. Paper? He watched in silence as Dorian rejoined him upon the bench, clearly positioning himself with the utmost care. It was the mention of another affinity that so afflicted his lover that caused a soft snort to leave his nose. "And all it took was leaving Italy for you to become all powerful." He commented, clearly teasing the man at his side. Regardless, it was without any further word spoken that his fingers refound their starting position, so giving into his companion's wishes as he replayed that work by Alexander all over again. His attention was wholly upon the keys, the sound, and that song in those moments, oblivious to what it was Dorian so diligently worked on until the piece had come to it's completion.

It was only when that last note died out that Sebastian's gaze turned back towards his companion, entirely startled to see that white piece of paper now covered with an array of colors. The painting was phenomenal, of that even he could not deny. His own fingers slowly reached out to touch the work of art in an entirely curious fashion, the vampire so utterly taken away by the ease in which his lover so seemed to embrace his affinity (and in turn too, himself). It brought a flutter of warmth within his chest, once that caused his fingertips to gingerly settle under the King's chin, turning his head away from that painting enough so that Sebastian's lips could find his own. That singular kiss held every bit of simple, untainted love the vampire held for his fae companion, the man entirely desiring to ensure Dorian knew how much he appreciated all the man at his side had done for him, even if it was something as simple as creating art. Slowly, he pulled away from his companion, that warm smile spreading across his features as he nodded, "I like it very much, may I keep it?"