Decidedly little was necessary to so coax those desires from within the vampire, that simple suggestion of what their evening might hold was wholly enough produce a kindling of want within the Englishman, his decided state of undress and his lover's closeness to those more sensitive areas certainly only furthered his craving. Still, their evening held far more to it then simply those hours he could spend between the sheets with his lover nestled against him. He watched that impish grin upon his lover's features, the man entirely content to remain there if it was not for the singular fact that their meeting so consisted of the man whom Sebastian was entirely certain was his beloved's father. A soft sigh left his lips as he reached for the King, his fingers intertwined well within his lover's, enabling him to drag the man off that sofa and to his feet despite that dramatic huff of air that left Dorian's lips. Sebastian could hardly help the small simper that crossed his features at that defeated sound and yet, he could scarcely blame the King in the slightest. It seemed as if Dorian had a decidedly difficult day, one in which Sebastian had every intention of bettering in whatever way he possibly could.

He watched as Dorian removed that crumpled, wrinkled suit from his form, the man's temporary state of undress was enough to draw the vampire's whole attention. His arms draped around his lover's waist, his chin nestled against Dorian's shoulder as he stepped closer towards the monarch, simply watching as the monarch shifted through the hanging clothing to decide which he intended to wear. Sebastian eyed the pants and collared shirt his lover had chosen, only for the fae King to step back with a clear intent of keeping his undergarments hidden. He could hardly help the way in which he rolled his eyes at his lover's clear insistence of this red underwear though he hardly intended to ruin this 'game' either. "All right, all right." He muttered with a distinct whine, stepping away from the King to busy himself with his own clothing - at least, until the mention of that tie. A soft snort left his nose, his head shaking ever so slightly, "It took me nearly two years to get it perfect, the damned things are bloody fickle." He commented, remembering well those years in which he fumbled with that veritable neck noose.

Nevertheless, the vampire shifted through that collection of red underwear he'd brought with him before choosing a pair in particular that he preferred, at least for the evening. Admittedly, finally wearing those undergarments felt decidedly bizarre, even as he pulled those slacks over his figure. His fingers moved deftly to work at the buttons of his shirt before donning that scent that had become to personify him. Despite the knowledge that his lover was waiting for him, Sebastian found himself pausing before that mirror, taking the extra care to ensure his clothing remained unwrinkled and he appeared as put together as he so often prided himself upon. The vampire turned after a moment later, instead regrettably leaving the warm heat that embraced that bedroom. He found himself but moment's later at the King's side, the vampire decidedly ill prepared for meeting Matteo and yet, he attempted, at least, to remain as entirely pleasant as he so often was. His indigo gaze swept over the contents of the room they stood within, his eyebrows furrowed at the decided emptiness

His gaze turned towards his lover as Dorian paused at that table, the man explaining that the purpose of this very room was to simply...stare at the art. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly at the mention of this staring at the walls before them in an effort to appear busy when they were, in fact, not and yet, never the less, Sebastian found himself settling at Dorian's side, his hands clenched behind his back to eye that painting before him. "Do you ever...switch them out?" He inquired after a moment's inquisitiveness, the vampire decidedly disinterested in this particular work of art, somehow lacking the same life that his lover was capable of painting. Still, that comment that his efforts were decidedly poor brought a soft chuckle to his lips, his eyes rolling yet again as his gaze turned back towards that tapestry though, how long such a thing could entertain him before he lost his ability to keep his hands to himself remained quite the mystery. His gaze had only just began to turn back towards his lover before the sound of that page boy drew the entirety of his attention.

His darkly hued gaze fell upon that figure that strode with marked confidence into that room and yet, it was his appearance alone that saw the vampire pause. His head tilted slowly to the side as he regarded the man before him with intense speculation, as if Matteo was but prey that he hadn't decided was safe. His gaze shifted with a slow hint of suspicion to his lover before sliding back towards that casually dressed fae and back again. The similarities were quite...remarkable. Did anyone truly believe they were not related? Hell, they even smelled similiar, his nose wrinkled ever so slightly as those more predatory instincts momentarily took over, so cautiously tasting the air in a fashion that perhaps only the were and undead were capable of. Somehow, he had not quite been prepared for this. Still, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly as the man before him finally regarded him, that simple pause was all too telling of exactly what the fae had been up to. How many nights had this very soul stalked the halls of his mansion in Sacrosanct and even he had been oblivious to it. Perhaps the similarities between their natural chemistry had worked to his advantage. Still, he could hardly deny it didn't wholly unnerve him to even dwell upon it. Not that he intended to state at all those conclusions he'd drawn upon the fae. Rather, he presented the French man with an altogether charming simper, his hand momentarily fitting within Matteo's own. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Devereux." He responded, falling back upon those old Victorian traditions with veritable ease.

That shake was altogether fleeting as his lover took control in the fashion that was surely expected of him. The vampire himself was entirely content to fall into step behind the King, his thoughts only interrupted by the softened words of the man at his side. A soft snort left the vampire's nose, his thoughts on this whole 'waiting' thing was quite clear in that singular moment and yet, he could hardly help the way in which he found himself watching that French Lord from the corner of his eyes. It was particularly clear, in that moment, where some of his boyfriend's mannerisms came from. And yet, Dorian called him fickle! Still, Sebastian settled within that free chair, entirely pleased to find that cup already waiting with the proper amount of milk and sugar. He was content to merely sip upon its contents whilst the two men discussed Matteo's absence. It was but the mention of his own name that drew his gaze back towards the fae, a simple simper brushing across his features. "Ah, thank you." He commented simply, entirely aware, in that moment, of the ironicness of a vampire keeping another being alive. Still, there was a hint of adoration within his gaze as his eyes turned momentarily towards the King, even despite that pointed look his lover gave him.

That notion of their inevitable trip around the world, however, saw the vampire hesitate. "Hm? Oh..." His voice trailed off, his gaze returning towards his lover in that moment. "Perhaps, we have discussed Barcelona though...I somehow doubt Samantha will let me whisk him off for a world wide adventure. She seemed...terribly cross for just these few weeks." A small shrug crossed his shoulders, entirely willing to allow Dorian to be the judge of that. It was perhaps no secret that the vampire utterly adored every moment he was allowed with the King, nor were her thoughts of him secluded in any fashion. He could only imagine the difficulties his lover had faced in attempting to leave her for their trip. Lord only knew how she'd react to Sebastian stealing the fae King away for years.