It was with his own dubious look that he so allowed his lover to tease at him and those 'hopping' dances his own court was known for. Such movements, once, they very trend within his castle and yet even Dorian was willing to admit that such a trend had surely passed. The world seeming to be more inclined to those dances of Sebastian's time over his own. The Fae King refusing at all the acknowledge those modern dances. The type of which he had seen at Samantha's workplace that seemed to involve no rhythm or time or set of steps but rather one flailing about foolishly. The mere thought of it wholly distasteful. Dorian allowing his attention to return in full to the man whose hand he held. This mention of a new dance readily seeming to delight him, the Monarch wholly content to allow Sebastian that role of leader while he himself took those moments to memorize the steps, the pattern and the rhythm. That soft sound of Sebastian's humming, a sound Dorian found endearing still, rapidly begun to increase in tempo and volume until the music seemed to echo throughout that room just as it was designed to- reverberating off those walls and ceilings to swathe the pair in its embrace. It was glorious! That sound readily stirring a grin to his lips. Dorian aware entirely off his lovers gift with music and yet he had never before seen the man fill a room with it- at least, not without a piano at his fingers to produce those sounds and accompanying sensations that Dorian himself was more often than not inclined to paint too- if only to capture what he so declared the 'soul' of each song.

The dance his lover so sought to instruct him in did not prove to be terribly difficult, with that music to accompany it there was a greater ease and fluidity to his own steps, Dorian finding himself wholly lost in the sensation of that moment. It sounded just as it once had. As if there truly was life within that room once more and five centuries of silence had not echoed instead. The Fae King inclined to feel some touch of emotion within himself at hearing those sounds echo once more, even if he hardly understood just how Sebastian might command it so. It was that sudden shine however, right above him, that seemed to ensnare his attention away from those shadowed memories. His own silver gaze was cast upward to eye that suddenly sparkling chandelier. It was hardly lit and yet the glass seemed to refract and bend and shimmer with the light that seemed almost suddenly ensnared within it. Such was his distraction by just that reflected light that the King was wholly given to misstep, Sebastian so fortunately moving to recover them both as any capable partner surely should, Dorian chuckling slightly before allowing himself to be guided back to the centre of that room- that question already upon his lips and yet he was offered no chance to truly voice it. His words cut abruptly off by his lover's lips upon his own. Such a kiss holding within it those things that, sometimes, seemed far beyond words to offer. Dorian so willingly returning that gesture as Sebastian's hands settled upon his waist, the Fae pressing all the closer to his Consort in that moment before offering that soft desire to return to his room and that which waited within. Yet not before so managing to ask after those reflections of starlight.

That soft simper that adorned his lovers own lips was perhaps answer alone, his hands moving to fit with Sebastian's in that moment as the vampire so admitted to such a talent- although how else such a gift might be utilised Dorian had little knowledge. It was, truly, a decidedly unusual affinity and yet he could hardly deny the beauty it had given them tonight. The other man's admittance that he had not been wholly forthcoming in offering knowledge of his affinities was met with truly little concern. Neither man, after all, had ever so begun a conversation of such things, nor had either been inclined to ask after it. Dorian assured that if Sebastian so desired to show him of his talents then it would simply be as such. The Fae assured he held knowledge of at least half of them now. That ability with music, his skill with those red threads that so eternally fascinated Dorian in turn and now that gift with reflections. He would, surely, learn of the others in time as Sebastian would surely learn of his own. Dorian reluctant to display but one of his own gifts if only or what it had, once, so been used to achieve. Such thoughts were cast aside as his lovers words seemed to echo just that earlier consideration, a look wholly sheepish tracing Dorian's own features as he nodded but softly, admitting indeed that he was surely capable of more than Sebastian knew.

"I am assured we shall learn of all our talents in time."

There was little save amusement within his voice, Dorian moving then to take his companions cool hand within his own, guiding the man from that polished floor and back up those series of steps to his own apartments that had been so thoughtfully heated in their absence. The doors to his parlour no sooner opened then that embrace of glorious warmth so ensnared them both, Dorian careful to shut the door behind him if only to maintain it before pressing onward and to his own bedroom. A room equally as heated by its own fireplace. This space so entirely Dorian's own. It was, surely, equally as opulent within its own right and yet it so lacked the cold marble and formal appearance of the rest of his home. This singular room designed entirely as Dorian wished it to be, the colours within richer, darker and warmer than the outside areas. The space well lived in and yet perhaps it was that alone that so provided that comfortable feeling, Sebastian so declaring he liked such a room readily stirring a simper to Dorians own features in response. It was, somehow, of significance that his lover should take pleasure in it.

"Thank you, Mon Cher. It is my favoured room in all my palace. Though for now I have more to show you still, come."

He turned then to stroll across that room and towards that small wooden door at the far end, pressing through it and into yet another stone passageway. This one, however, lacked the dank and dark of the last. The sound of running water and too that embrace of warmth seeming to inspire far less hesitation from Sebastian in turn. Dorian rounding the corner then to present that glorious bathing pool to his companion, the heated water filling the air was steam as those torches provided that soft casting of light and too- only seemed to increase that sensation of heat he knew his companion so relished though rarely spoke off. That snort of doubt he is so presented with is hardly missed, a soft chortle passing his lips before he moved to turn to his companion, so voicing his intention of that bath as he reached to undo that first button upon his consorts shirt- Sebastian's hands reaching for his own in turn as he so declared those pastries bested.

"I should hope so. Do you know, Bastian, I have discovered something? Do you care to hear of it?"

That the vampire so eternally seemed to care to hear of it hardly prevented Dorian from asking each time all the same, such a trait having so come to define the pair in a sense. That simper so dancing upon his lips all the same as he moved to slide Sebastian's shirt from his shoulders, hanging it upon that hook so fixed to the wall before coming to stand behind the vampire once more- reaching his arms around his lover then to undo his pants and allow his fingers to run along that hem almost teasingly. His head resting upon Sebastian's shoulder as he spoke then in a wholly playful fashion.

"When we first met I was most curious about your pants. I wondered truly why you seemed to enjoy wearing pants that were so tightly fitted and then too- I so came to discover your apparent disdain for undergarments. Though I have come to understand why on both accounts- I think."

It was then, as if to so make his point, that Dorian allowed his hands to flatten, slipping them beneath his lovers loosened pants before letting them slide around to the vampire's butt- affording this part of his companion a wholly playful squeeze. Those words now uttered quietly against his lovers neck.

"It is because you have a very nice behind and I think you know that you do. I think you enjoy showing it off a little. Am I right?"

His words were entirely teasing in that moment, Dorian chuckling readily against his companion now, his lips pressing to Sebastian's neck in a stolen kiss before he moved to shift his hands just so as to allow his companions pants to fall from him entirely. The Fae King stepping away then to slip his own pants and boxers from his form before readily stepping into that water and, at least momentarily, from his companions reach. How blissful that warmth was! The heated water rising to his neck as he allowed himself to sink within it, eyes closing briefly as he waited for the vampire to join him. It was only once Sebastian, too, had allowed himself to settle within the water that Dorian so made an effort to float back towards him. His silver gaze drifted briefly from the vampire to that small tray of things set beside the bath. One hand reached upward towards that unlabelled bottle, the man eyeing it momentarily as he turned it about within his hands.

"What do you think this does? I've not seen this before."

The top was easily unscrewed, Dorian tipping that bottle to let some of that liquid run into his hand and the water below, eyeing it with some suspicion, unaware that the water from that fountain was so providing that bubble bath with just the mixing it needed to create those foamy bubbles- the King leaning back to the fountain to allow the liquid to be washed from his hand and only further creating that foam behind him. The bottle was placed back on that tray before he turned- so noting for the first time those rapidly forming white bubbles that were beginning to take over the entire bath. Both eyes drew suddenly wider, Dorian splashing back and away from the oncoming tide in clear panic, the Fae King so attempting to bat the foam away from him before seeming to note Sebastian hardly looked concerned. The vampire, if anything, appearing almost as if he was delighted by this now absurd water. Dorian still entirely reluctant to touch it despite the bubbles rapidly approaching him all the same- very near pinning him against the stone side of the bath as he attempted to keep them at bay.

"What is it?"

Dorian Aragona