Even Dorian could hardly prevent that laughter that fell from his lips in the wake of that exhilarating ride across the ice. The Fae King inclined to see, entirely so, just why the English so seemed to enjoy this activity when such speeds could be reached! He had never considered the slickness of the ice and how too, with a bladed shoe, one might very near fly atop it. Such a clever invention even if it took quite some time to master. How unfortunate it was that Italy was surely too warm for something as glorious as this. Dorian assured in that moment that the idea of so commanding his court to skate if only to see them fall and tumble would have been the grandest amusement of all. Ah, but surely he was a more benevolent King then that. Still, the idea brought a ready amusement to his lips all the same as his arms wrapped about Sebastian's waist in a gesture part affection and part as a method of so keeping himself upright in the wake of that exhilaration. His heart was very near pounding in his chest, not so much from any attempt at exercise but, more so, the sheer thrill of such a thing. That fear and excitement intertwined into that rush of adrenaline that Dorian was beginning to find he quite liked. It was addictive, in a fashion, his life having existed so long without any true excitement that even the smallest touch of it now brought him a ready delight. Sebastian's own laughter at his words of appreciation was hardly missed. Dorian so considering he quite liked the richness of that sound before requesting the vampire take him again about that rink, faster, if he could.

Whether it was a result of Sebastian's species that so allowed for the quick, sharp, swift movement of indeed his simple skill alone Dorian hardly knew and yet he marvelled at readily all the same. How glorious it would be to be able to create such speed. How graceful and light and beautiful such movements could be when done upon that icy surface, Dorian determined in that moment to, one day, at least be capable enough to skate with his lover properly even if he might never master such a sport to the level of the vampire. All such thoughts are readily cast aside however in the wake of the second ride, tis just as thrilling as the last. Dorian left almost breathless once more as his lover eased them back to a stop, the Monarch clutching gently at his consorts hand to keep himself standing all the same before he moved to pluck that golden phone from within his pocket to so capture this moment as he had any number of others. Samantha, after all, had so requested photos. Dorian too- determined to show his Court just what he had done and seen in his impromptu holiday across the world and yet, more than that, there was something decidedly pleasant in being able to scroll through those photographs and remember just what they had seen and done in a manner that was far superior to any painted portrait. He loved those pictures, perhaps far more than he ever admitted even if only for the truly simply fact he adored seeing both Sebastian and himself within them together. He allows Sebastian to tug him closer then, so fitting them both into that frame before turning the phone around to allow the other man to see. Photos, after all, were best when flattering to both, his head nodded a moment later at the mans words.

"It has never snowed in Naples, not once in all the time I have been there. I suspect many have never seen snow, let alone ice. It shall be a marvel to all of them."

He uttered softly, considering then that some of his court, those whom had been within that Castle as long as he had, would surely require to learn of the world in the same fashion as his lover so assisted him to do. The Fae King so having decided there was much he need do upon his return. There was much to set right, after all. Such thoughts are readily dismissed for now as they make their way to those benches, Dorian careful to remove his skates in a fashion that prevented that silver blade touching him if only for the sheer sharpness Sebastian had warned him off. His attention then, for the first time, was drawn towards that towering ferris wheel that cast its shadows across the rink and too- much of its surrounds. It was far, far larger than the one within the city they had come from and yet the Monarch no longer finds he fears that turning wheel as he once had. If he could so master a plane- a machine more terrifying than anything else- he could surely best a Ferris Wheel. His inquiry as to whether they might have time before they need head back to spare Sebastian the rise of that sun is met with a momentary pause before the vampire nods, his fingers lacing through Dorians own to lead him then towards it. How pleasing it was too- to see his Christmas gift to the vampire be afford some use in that moment even in an action so simply as assessing the time.

There was an undeniable sense of anxiousness, still, in so being ushered into that small compartment. Dorian seating himself beside Sebastian once more as they settled within. It was, surely, the vampires entirely calm demeanour that so assisted in his own remaining as such. That soft, yet sudden lurch forward seeing the Fae King so grip at that seat in a momentary nervousness. Any activity that so required one to be lifted mechanically into the air was still something of an oddity to the man. After all, within his own time such things were utterly unheard off if not deemed impossible. Leonardo and his 'flying machine' the closest Dorian had ever come to such dreams until now and still- he found it worrisome in more ways than one even, if he was determined not to allow such concerns to afflict him now. That hot cocoa was entirely unexpected, his consort so having introduced him to that drink some time ago and yet to be given it now so saw a hint of inquisitiveness adorn his features before he lifted it to his lips. Sugar, after all, had become something of a favourite for the King even if Sebastian so insisted he should hardly have too much of it. The wheel began to move higher then, Dorian reluctant to rise from his seat despite the temptation to move closer to those windows and the handrails so provided, Sebastian hardly seeming to have the same fear as the vampire reclined near laconically against it to peer through that glass. Forty kilometres! Surely not! How high did it truly go? It had hardly seemed as such from the ground.

"This is far higher than I fear I anticipated, much higher than the one at the beach back home."

To think, he had been fearful of that when this was far grander! He stood then, his steps slightly wary as he dared to stand beside his boyfriend now, his free hand clutching that railing far tighter then he surely needed, the other wholly unwilling to relinquish his chocolate. Those lights were very near breathtaking, his own eyes widening at the sheer plethora of them below, stretching away and across the earth further then his own eyes could see. How large London was and they had seen but a mere piece of it! Dorian so having forgotten to notice, in that moment, just how much higher they were getting.

"Have you seen all of London, Bastian? Have you been to all of it?"

It would be impossible of course, for the vampire to have been down every street and yet he wondered still if there were parts his lover never had ventured too if only because he held no interest or no need or simply never had. Dorian's features frowning softly then in the consideration that there was so much of his own country he had not seen, at least, not in near five hundred years. Dorian aware that much would have changed in that time and that he would need see all of it eventually. His cup lifted to his lips once more, a simper dancing upon them as he so spied Lancaster just as the vampire said he would, his gaze drifting then to that Palace. A hint of curiosity tracing his features again. The man perhaps more curious of it then his companion had believed.

"Do you still attend Court in that Palace? I know not how the English system works or whether Barons are still required to attend any formal occasions as they once might have been. I have never once been within Buckingham. I met your King Edward the fourth when I was younger, he invited my Father to England yet shortly after he became involved in that War of the Roses, as your country calls it. He was rather busy then. He was a pleasant enough fellow though, got himself in all sorts of trouble by marrying a woman his advisors disapproved off. I'm surprised he got married at all- he had a terrible haircut."

That teasing simper so danced briefly across his lips now, silver eyes flicking back to his companion in the moment of amusement before he attention was so quickly captivated once more as that capsule began to reach the top of the arc and its highest point, Dorian finishing the last off his drink before carefully placing the mug back upon that centre seat, still gripping the handrail as he did, gaze returned to the windows now as he rested beside his lover still.

"Gracious, but this is high!"

His excitement was surely clear, his elbow leaning upon the railing then, head resting within his hand if only to admire it all stretched out below him. A soft sigh of contentment finding his lips all the same then, that pleasant simper still on them as his slate-hued gaze took in that view. Those final words tainted with a tease still

"You know, the first time I saw lights in Samantha's home I thought them to be ceiling candles. God I was perfect fool, I dont know ho you put up with me."

Dorian Aragona