Sebastian's evident defeat, at least momentarily, in this game of word play so saw that smile linger more readily upon his lips now, despite his position so sprawled upon that ice in a manner he is assured is more akin to humiliating then it was amusing and yet- Dorian had perhaps truly come to appreciate the value of anonymity these past few months. So few ever recognised him outside his own country. They did not see the King of Italy tumble and blunder about the ice like a newborn deer, no, the other patrons merely saw a young man, like so many others, end up upon his back with his companion snickering above him. There was a beauty, truly, in simply blending in to that crowd. In not having a melee of servants come rushing over as if he had been struck with an arrow as opposed to merely falling down as the vampire had evidently clearly anticipated he would. Sebastian, he is sure, provided just the right amount of fuss over his having fallen and nothing more. Ah, but how he best make the most of it now while he could! It is that comment that follows however that so seemed to dictate his attention far more, his lips so drawn into a simper at just the plethora of things words like that might see turn within his mind. Sebastian was truly a wretched thing at times, Dorian assured his lover knew exactly what thoughts such teasing words might inspire. The Monarch, in that single area as Sebastian so often told him, was nothing short of relentless. There was always time for that, even if only to think about it and the delight in those words. The Fae King assured such teasing lyrics might play upon his thoughts for the better part of the evening now. At least until they got home and he might act upon them, regardless of their bedroom within Lancaster House, much as Belton, already having been so similarly baptised- as it were.

He slid but slightly once more as Sebastian so assisted him in standing upright, one hand reaching to grasp the wall in an effort to assist his attempts at balance before the silver of his gaze cast downwards to eye those silver bladed shoes once more. Sebastian's explanation was listened too with due care, Dorian contemplating much in those few moments and yet it was simply within the nature of his mind to so attempt to understand a process entirely. It seemed simplistic enough as his consort so described it. The act of push and glide, the blade running across the ice to assist in that motion and yet balance still eluded him in every sense of the word if only for that very fact- his entire form was supported by mere blades on an already slippery surface. Much, surely, had to do with his position and how he held himself. Dorian so noting his lovers form often appeared truly relaxed, his movements merely gliding into the next in much the same manner as when they danced and yet dancing was a far less slippery activity. It was difficult too- to so convince his body he need not be so tensed and prepared to fall, his mind hardly forgetting the shock of the first, his limbs far more inclined to brace then they were to glide. The Monarch so given to consider all these things as he attempted to follow that wall about the outside of the ring, feeling positively like a child as he did. After all, the vast majority of beings clinging to that edge were children with parents watching over. Dorian pleased in that moment that Sebastian did not linger quite so close as that in his eternal and skilful orbit. It was a decidedly slow progression and yet it was surely a progression none the less, the Fae so slowly beginning to release the wall for short periods, gliding from space to space before summoning his lovers attention further to so display this ever blossoming skill.

It was foolish, really, that even that slight word of praise might see a return of that simper to his lips. His expression for much of that lap having been one of the upmost concentration and yet, somehow, Sebastian's opinion on any and all things had become of the upmost importance to him- even if he was assured the vampire would have praised any effort he had made upon the ice today. He declares then, his intention to go from one side to the other, silver gaze so lingering upon his lover for any hint he might somehow disapprove of such a thing, his own head nodding at the 'go ahead' gesture he was so afforded. Dorian assured he might well have tried anyway regardless of his consort's opinion on the matter. Sebastian, after all, was only ever apt to truly stop him if he believed a genuine risk so existed. In this manner of ice skating the worst that could so occur was that he might fall over again- an unwanted and yet hardly life threatening outcome. What he had however, so failed to anticipate, was how far he might travel with a single push, his momentum coming to a half in very near the centre of the ring before the realisation that he need change feet and push again seemed to strike. Never one to so shy away from any true challenge the Fae attempted to do just that, momentarily losing his balance once more in that jumble of feet as one hand reached to grasp Sebastian's arm. The vampires sudden appearance was momentarily surprising along, with the swiftness the man was clearly capable off and yet for this moment at least Dorian afforded it little thought as he merely attempted to right himself again and regain his balance before reaching that other side with a clear feeling of success.

He would never, he was sure, be so capable as Sebastian or some of those others who glided effortlessly about and yet that he might, eventually, be of a suitable enough skill to simply skate about that circle with the others was, he deemed, both an achievable and acceptable goal. One he was determined to attempt to achieve here and now even if it was surely a bold undertaking. The manner in which his consorts eyes lifted hardly missed and yet the Monarch remained determined all the same. He pushed easily away from that wall now, sliding onto that well-skated circle before attempting to push himself but slightly forward again and again- his initial steps were nothing short of wobbly- yet he did manage, in the least to keep himself moving as Sebastian circled back around him again to take that place at his side.

"How is it so I can barely manage to go forward and yet you can skate backward?!"

There is little save for amusement in such a thing, another chuckle teasing between his lips in good nature all the same before the vampires presence at his side so prompted those words that, so unintentionally, seemed to require such consideration upon his lovers part. There was little, truly, when it so came to Sebastian that Dorian remained unaware off. He spent so very much time within the man's company that even the smallest change in the man's behaviour or indeed a shift in those subtle nuances of his nature were, usually, readily apparent to one so prone to observation as the Fae surely was. It was slight, yet such words, offered so simply, seemed to prompt some sort of consideration, perhaps even surprise, in his companion the sort of which Dorian hardly comprehended. After all, the man was assured his lover was a good boyfriend. Dorian had perhaps, never quite had one before by which to compare and yet Sebastian had spent the better part of the evening so patiently lingering at his side in a fashion that was surely not terribly exciting for him, just as he had spent those past few days taking him to a plethora of museums and galleries and all such things for Dorians own enjoyment. This, Dorian is sure, made his lover a truly good companion indeed even if Sebastian had not contemplated such a thing himself. How he might well have chuckled had he but even the faintest ideas of those worries that touched his lover now! The soft 'thank you' he was uttered so stirred the smallest of curious frowns to his own features and yet for this evening in the least the man was content enough to allow it to simply pass. He would inquire, in time, as to just what seemed to afflict his lover then. The vampire decidedly good at far more then what occurred between those sheets even if Sebastian, it seemed, had perhaps not been of informed of such in a terribly long time. Ah, but how he loved that man all the same, even so prone to his worries as he was!

That offered hand readily sees all such irrational thoughts cast aside for now. This notion that it was the vampire whom had an idea, such a phase surely one of Dorians most uttered, readily saw a look of inquisitiveness touch his own features now. That softly uttered query of trust seeing his own eye lift slightly now and yet how little he so had to consider that question as his head nodded. There was none perhaps, he trusted near so much as he trusted Sebastian. His hand moving to grasp his lovers own even despite that slight nervousness that so begun to tease at him. His response however, remained entirely assured as that simper tugged at his lip, silver gaze turned to meet the blue of his companions own.

"Yes. I trust you."

He trusted that impish grin perhaps a little less though...

Dorian Aragona