It was a distinctly pleasing thing, to have Sebastian so agree to assist in whatever ways he could in those matters of banking and finance. Dorian inclined to feel a little less out of his depth with the possibility of simply asking the vampire those questions when they surely presented themselves over the coming weeks and months. To have someone to watch over his actions, else guide them a little in this field was a truly appreciated thing and indeed something of a new consideration. For over five centuries he had so relied on himself, his staff merely assisting in carrying out those wishes and yet such were his decisions alone to make. To have another, even in a capacity as small as this, was a new and yet not unpleasant realisation. Yet Boyfriends, he is sure, are for just that purpose. Sebastian's suggestion at the top of those stairs was met with a ready nod by the Monarch once more, Dorian content to agree that such a thing was indeed a good idea before leading the way to those other rooms the vampire might find of intrigue and later too, be asked to arrive at. Dorian so refusing to have his lover feel lost else be forced to ask for directions to those few rooms of import and made to look incapable. Ah, but how they were going to be judged by any and all for the next few days! It was their arrival at the ballroom that so chased away any further thoughts of those busy, coming days. Even within the darkness of the night that moon shone with a striking pallor upon the pale floor, setting it aglow in a manner all its own and weakly casting upon the chandelier above and candelabra so fixed to those golden carvings that accentuated the walls and frescoes that adorned them.

He could remember still, the way that room had once looked filled with people and light and music that resounded off the walls and women in those long dresses twirled and dipped and swayed in time with their suitors movements, else they lingered upon the side in small groups, discussing which among the men was the best of dances and whom they hoped might approach them while men, in their own groups, did much the same. Speaking of those girls whom were known to be the most chaste- or otherwise and whom might make a good wife. There was a fondness of sorts to those memories, aged as they were. The memories of his mother and father and siblings seeming all the more potent here within. He was rarely given to miss them, any of them, save perhaps his mother and a favoured sister and yet there had been happy times amongst them all the same. Such a room stirring those memories to the surface so aided by his lover's inquiry of just how long it had been and too- how much of a hazard for fire having candles fixed to the very walls surely was. Sebastian's capacity for worry was, perhaps, one of the most endearing traits of his lover. Dorian unable then, to prevent his lips finding his lovers own in that subtle tease before admitting to just how long it had been since he had danced within this space. He had been a mere boy at twenty-one! Yet, he supposed, he looked very much as if he was not much older than that now.

The vampire's intentions to rectify that dancing situation were hardly lost upon him. Dorian instead shifting to step but a pace or so away from his lover then, entirely assured they should add but a touch of that old-world charm to even this. Dorian so requesting his lover ask him to dance with all the English allure he was so befitted with, a teasing simper upon his lips at the chuckle that passed Sebastian's own as the vampire so readily seemed to give into just that desire. The King, in that moment, largely oblivious to that sweep of power that so eagerly embraced him and tugged upon his attraction to the man before him- Dorian almost finding himself inclined to step towards Sebastian before his hand had even been extended! A desire to be closer to him seeming to flare and yet he hardly thought to question. He was, frequently, inclined to be near his lover after all. His own head dipped politely in response to that bow and offered hand, Dorian reaching forward to place his hand in his lovers own in that silent acceptance before finding himself tugged softly forward and against his companion. His own hand reached easily to rest upon Sebastian's forearm, the other taking his consorts hand. They had danced together so often before that Dorian had simply come to the man's movements and find that rhythm unique to his lover alone, so easily matching it. The introduction of a new dance however, saw his own silver eyes rise in intrigue.

"A new one? I should like to see it. I enjoy the dances of your time. They are a little grander than my own."

There was perhaps, one or two of those fifteenth century dances that held just as much intimacy or closeness and yet, for the most part, it was the dances of Sebastian's own time that seemed to far outshine those elder ones. Dorian had come to love the grandeur of that Waltz and the amusement of the Polka and the thrill of that Tango all the same. This so called 'two step' hardly sounded difficult and yet a look of concentration readily overtook his features all at once. Sebastian wasting no time then in guiding him into that dance, fast then slow, then fast and slow again, a grin so working its way onto his features as he begun to anticipate those steps, Sebastian's soft hum providing a simple rhythm to move too before Dorian so became aware of its decided increase. A look of surprise was readily displayed upon his features, that knowing smile tracing his lips now as that Sebastian's music filled that room as if an orchestra was truly present, alighting that ground space with sound as it once had been. Dorian so unable to contain that look of delight as he allowed himself to be spun with ease before slipping back into that rhythm. The sudden crystalline shine from above however was hardly unnoticed, those silver eyes were cast but briefly upward, a gasp of sorts upon his lips, Dorian very near stumbling in that moment of surprise as he eyed that chandelier above- one he was assured had never looked so glorious as they reached the centre off the room and Sebastian twirled him but a final time before allowing them to halt. His gaze still cast upward.

"Are you doing tha-"

Such words never truly made it beyond his lips, Sebastian's finding his own then and in that all-too prefect of moments. Such a kiss seeming to hold within it every bit of sweetness and emotion it ever had- Dorian readily returning such a thing as the lights were very near forgotten. Ah, but how easily his lover might so eclipse his mind! His tongue moved to sweep his own lips as he at last pulled away, as if savouring that taste, a warm simper adorning them all the same as he remained pressed against the vampire. Those words softly uttered now.

"I think, if you have no objections, we should go back to my room. Tell me though, it is you making that light dance isn't it? How are you doing it, Mon Cher? It is beautiful, better than it ever was."

He had never seen Sebastian do such a thing as that before, Dorian wholly curious of it as he fitted his hand back to the vampires own, content now to lead the way from that ballroom that had been brought back to life even for that single, glorious performance. The Fae so unashamed at that flutter of his heart. It was easy then to travel back up those stairs, several passing servants politely averting their gaze while bowing to the pair all the same. Dorian making his way right to the top and his own private apartments once more, pressing open those ornate doors to admit them back into the reception room, crossing through the parlour where Sebastian's tea had been replenished already upon a new tray and with just one cup, this time, a fire now lit to heat that sitting room and flood it with warmth. He continued however to those doors at the back of the room so adorned in black and gold, opening them now to lead his lover into that truly enormous bedroom. That giant bed four-poster bed was easily the most notable of things in the room, nothing less then a crown sitting atop it from which those bed curtains fell about, the dark wooden floor beneath adorned in a giant, plush floor rug. A small and yet no less ornate desk and chair sat to one side, a small library to the other with those bookshelves built into the wall. The final end of the room beside the door in which they had come in was fitted with another roaring fireplace and several chairs. This, it seemed, was one room that did not yet have electricity installed and yet that fireplace and too those candles and lamps that had been lit afforded it a striking light and warmth helped too by those rich golds and mahogany browns and deep reds that seemed to mark the décor. This single bedroom larger then Samantha's first home.

"This would be my room."

He smiled softly once more and yet they were not stopping even here it seemed, Dorian content to lead the man across his bedroom to that inconspicuous door beside the bookshelf, passing through it and to a series of stone steps that travelled down once more. The same candle-lit lamps lighting the way now. This time the walk was far less than that of the treasury, warmth and steam and the sound of running water so filling that space the moment they rounded the corner to step into that bathhouse carved out of the stone itself to hold that glorious, deep, giant pool of heated water the steam rose from. Nothing short of a fountain situated within the centre.

"My palace, as I told you once, is built on several aquifers and one hot spring I so forgot to tell you off- that with a little magical help- has been directed to flow here for my enjoyment. I had the maids open the ducts to fill it while we were out, it is a living spring, naturally heated. As for the fountain- that is new. It wasn't here the last time I was. I like it though."

A soft chuckle fell from his lips then, his grin almost sheepish once more, Dorian seeking to explain the basics of how it worked if only because he knew Sebastian so seemed to seek that understanding. This room too- so having been given several modern touches and updates it would seem. A golden tray having been placed to the side by the maids with wash cloths and soaps and towels. One particular bottle so catching the Monarchs interest though for the moment he refrained from examining it further- turning back to the vampire instead to undo that first button of Sebastian's shirt with practiced ease.

"I think....it has been a very long night and this might be a very good way to prepare for bed- shall we?"

Dorian Aragona