The vampire was nothing if not wholly dedicated to this experience that royal life so had to offer him. He had accepted his lover without hesitation that evening Dorian had admitted the truth of his titles, even if he'd never thought he would end up within those royal chambers in the King's palace. Still, little had changed from that very first evening till now, except, perhaps, that with the continual growth of his adoration for the monarch, Sebastian was perhaps even less willing to shy away from the limelight that so came with it. He had known to expect the eyes of the court upon them, watching their every move, even if he hadn't quite realized the true extent of what such public appearances might consist of. Nevertheless, he fell silent as Dorian spoke of that President neither had known existed, the man's clear disdain for their relationship served but to bring a small, sad sort of simper to his features. He had known well they would find opposition, though he had hoped it wouldn't be quite so soon. Still, there was but little he could do of the President's dislike of him, the vampire was entirely unwilling to change that relationship he'd found with the King, to even think of it for a moment was altogether painful and so, instead, Sebastian merely made his way around the sofa to settle upon the edge of it, inquiring instead to how well his lover had slept in those hours after that meeting.

A small frown traced his own lips at Dorian's admittance that, while he had slept, it was but restless and fitful. He'd never known the King to be anything but entirely peaceful in those hours during the sun's rise, tucked against his side, though, he supposed, realistically, it was unlikely he would have known either way. Sebastian was somewhat surprised to hear his lover had forbade any meetings take place again during the day - though the man had always embraced his waking hours, changing his own sleep schedule was something vastly different than changing an entire country's affairs to his same nocturnal life. A soft simper crossed his features at the notion of all those changes his lover was willing to impose upon those dignitaries for his own benefit, the vampire instead leaning down in that moment to gingerly brush his lips against Dorian's own in a kiss entirely chaste and yet, it was but the only show of appreciation he found himself capable of providing. In spite of all those notable complications his existence had and no doubt continue to cause, Dorian still seemed entirely dedicated to them.

He reached towards his lover's wrist, gingerly taking it from Dorian's face as his lips found that all too prominent vein. He hardly bit into that flesh, instead the vampire offered his companion a warm simper as he made every effort to reassure the King that tonight they could certainly spend the evening upon this very sofa if his lover so desired it - they had but one last task to tend to and then the evening would be theirs for the taking. He listened wordlessly at Dorian's initial agreement and to the plans the man had made for later within the week, his head only bobbing ever so slightly as his lover continued on. Though he had suggested only a meeting, their evening, it would seem would even still contain vastly more than even just that. Still, not a complaint left the vampire's lips, even upon Dorian's inquiry of just how those outlaid plans sounded. "It sounds lovely, Ma Biche." He responded simply enough, the man entirely oblivious to those changes that had taken place within the palace during those hours in which he had slept. Instead, his attention lingered upon the man in front of him, his fingers interlacing with Dorian's own before that gentle tug saw the Englishman join his lover upon that sofa.

He was well aware of Dorian's head within his lap, the King's free hand tracing the lines upon his chest, just as he too was aware of that nearly mischievous look to the King's features. He regarded the Monarch with a glimpse of mock weariness, and yet even that moment was fleeting in the wake of those Italian words. A soft chuckle left his lips at the mention of those ever elusive red undergarments. "Oh, tesoro, mi farà in modo che si sta assolutamente esauriti entro la fine di questa sera." (Oh, darling, I will ensure that you are absolutely exhausted by the end of tonight.) He commented, his tone holding a hint of husky anticipation for what the future of their evening might hold. A warm simper crossed the vampire's features, entirely content to turn his lover's attention away from those concerns that certainly laced his mind and, instead, to focus upon the clear bliss the pair had found within each other. It was only the man's inquiry of whom had requested specifically both of them that caused his attention to deviate.

Those sensual thoughts all but vanished in the wake of that singular name, his eyebrows rising ever so slightly. The man's sudden presence at their return only further served to confirm the vampire's suspicions of the fae and his true relationship with the man Sebastian so adored. He could hardly help the nervousness that fluttered through his chest at the notion that they would be meeting Matteo in under an hour and yet, he found himself decidedly loss for words entirely in that moment. "Oh." He responded simply, all too aware that this meeting hardly seemed to perturb his lover the least. He supposed that Dorian had little reason to be anxious for the French fae whom had been so in and out of his life for the majority of it. It was that mention of their wardrobe that a small frown cross the Englishman's lips, his own gaze shifting to observe the near formal outfit that was now wrinkled and crumpled. That inquiry of what he intended to wear caught a small shrug to cross his shoulders. "The usual." He commented simply, referring to those button down shirts and slacks he so often preferred. It was hardly truly as informal as Dorian had seen him and yet, the vampire was, more often than not, a sharp dresser.

That softened word of thanks caused his head to bob ever so slightly, a small simper crossing his features as his fingers gingerly squeezed Dorian's in a return gesture. He followed his lover's gaze towards that wardrobe before slowly shifting, pulling the King with him in the process. "Come on, Ma Bichette." The vampire uttered simply, guiding the man towards that wardrobe where, he could only assume the contents of their luggage had been deposited. Somehow, he doubted this simple meeting would be all of Matteo the pair saw. After all, with a dinner too on their horizon, Sebastian had every intention of at least appearing as pleasing to the eyes as he so often did.