It was displeasing, in a sense, that Sebastian might be forced to 'endure' anything at all, not least that touch of silver on his skin. It was an entirely foolish emotion upon his part, of that Dorian was sure. After all, there was nothing at all to be done for the past and yet he could not help but feel some sense of distress at even the envisioning of his companions own. He was protective of the vampire in more ways than one, Dorian assured he would go to any length so required for the man's comfort. If he need have removed every silver fitting in his entire place himself he is assured he would have done it if only to spare the vampire but an ounce of pain. Ah, but how love might make a fool of him! How silly such thoughts and yet how entirely demanding they were all the same. Dorian inclined to feel almost irritated by those in Sebastian's past whom had not done enough to assure his Consorts comfort- the vampires attempts to assuage those concerns perhaps soothing them slightly with the addition of that pet name so uttered with affection and yet still, the Monarch was inclined to feel that concern. His own struggles with iron, in those early years, making the Fae all the more sensitive to those often painful efforts to 'endure.' That talk of money so fortunately distracted his thoughts from how difficult Sebastian's existence might have been all those years ago and all the ways in which Dorian was assured he could have improved on it had he been there.

The sleek, shining black credit card was taken from his lover with due care at the end of his efforts to explain the more modern monetary system, Dorian turning it about gently within his hands as he examined it. Sebastian's name was printed on it, along with that string of numbers that made little sense to the man and yet the vampire assured him held meaning in that it represented his account. That place where his money was kept that was, in turn, within the bank. Dorian satisfied (for now) with even this rudimentary understanding and yet this business of managing money was more complex than he had anticipated. Merely knowing the names of those places that handled finance was surely not enough. He simply did not possess the knowledge to organise these things Sebastian spoke off himself, let alone those three other treasuries. Employing a modern treasurer was perhaps the simplest of solutions. A being whom might understand how to open those accounts and manage that coinage while being capable of understanding those nuances of finance that would take the Fae months, if not years, to fully comprehend. Yet too- so allowing a new being into his palace was not an undertaking to be done lightly, especially not when money was involved. For all his years within those walls the Fae had not lost that wariness of others when it came to gold and greed. Some things did not change. Not even in five hundred years. Sebastian's concerns in that moment perhaps rivalling his own as that credit card was handed dutifully back to his lover. Dorian contemplative once more.

"It worries me to consider in truth. Perhaps, for now, I might handle it myself directly as best I can and you might assist me if I should meet difficulties? At least until a suitable treasurer can be found."

He turned to his lover then to see how the other man might take such a suggestion as providing his help in navigating that world of banking- at least in a basic fashion. To speak of money, within his own time as perhaps Sebastian's, was something of an unfavourable thing. It was often avoided as a matter of politeness, one displayed wealth in a variety of other ways without ever mentioning such figures- for it was nothing less than poor social form to do so and yet, Dorian is assured, this situation was surely an exception and too- Sebastian was hardly a mere acquaintance. The vampire was his boyfriend, his partner. Dorian finding he held little care if Sebastian knew of all he owned. His head nodding at this notion of banks all the same. Perhaps, tomorrow, he might have Benito bring these bank people to him. It was those leather bound books then, fetched from that mahogany shelf and placed into the vampires hands, that saw any thought of money dissipate. Dorian evidently underestimating the wealth of such things once more, the Fae King so failing to anticipate the weight of history within those volumes as Sebastian was left all but breathless. His Consorts suggestion that such things belonged in a museum however was met with a ready agreement of sorts. Dorians experiences of such places of learning having endeared him towards those building entirely. That such a place might like to display some of his things was a pleasing thought. Especially if they might relieve him of those artefacts he found himself distinctly....lacking affection for.

A simper of amusement tugged at his features then as Sebastian moved to step forward and eye that marble bust of Ferdinand, the vampire's words decidedly diplomatic. Dorian chuckling softly all the same at that unspoken agreement of the decided ugliness of the statue. It was easy then to make their way back up that dank corridor and stairs and back into the main palace, Dorian leading his companion then to those other rooms if only so the vampire might remember their locations before at last making his way into that vast, empty ballroom. That polished white marble floor very near glowed in that ethereal moonlight that spilled from those innumerate windows that decorated the room, the chandeliers above, though unlit, held their own sheen in that light while Dorian himself so offered a somewhat sheepish explanation of those candles stuck to the walls. Sebastian's words and too- that pointed look he was afforded so saw that simper return to his features, his eyes rolling in that playful fashion as he stepped closer to the man- his lips so effortlessly finding Sebastian's own to press against them before pulling back just so. His words entirely teasing.

"Bastian- you worry far too much."

That burning down his palace was, perhaps, a very legitimate concern given the placemat of those candles remained to be seen, Dorian entirely content to find that pointed look he was given truly endearing before he seemed to contemplate that question of just how long it had been since he had danced in here. Years. Far more then he could count. His court having little to celebrate in that time and scarcely a musician amongst them.

"Longer then I can remember. I would have been twenty, maybe twenty-one, the last time I danced here."

The realisation of that seemed to afflict him in just that moment before he moved to cast it aside, a ready grin tracing his features, the man so having guessed at Sebastian's intentions already. His grin shifting to something slightly impish then as it so often did when his thoughts were given to touch upon those ever present ideas. Dorian stepping back just a little more as his arms folded behind his back in that ever-kingly pose. His grin however was near boyish in that delight, his words equally playful.

"I think I shall need to see this infamous English charm I hear off. Go on then, ask me to dance in your most dashing style. I should like to see these 'moves' first."

He was so entirely incapable of saying no to Sebastian all the same, Dorian so sure to accept that offer however it came. Dancing with his lover an endlessly glorious activity, one rivalled only by their time between the sheets, the Fae King so relishing that closeness both activities brought. The man curious now as to just what dance his lover might choose. Dorian so willing to allow the vampire to lead tonight.

Dorian Aragona