It was a truly delicate situation, that between father and son and one Sebastian had, thus far, had little intention of meddling with. He was, however, entirely willing to so direct the King down that path he thought was favorable, pushing the man ever so slightly to come upon those conclusions all on his own, regardless of they may be. It was with that singular goal in mind that Sebastian found himself inquiring over that thought his lover had failed to voice, the action in itself hardly peculiar. After all, he often took interest upon those notions that crossed his lover's mind, relishing in the way the King so perceived life and the world at large. It certainly contributed to his unfailing love for the fae. He remained silent as Dorian so contemplated Matteo's existence within his life, much less the fashion in which the Frenchman had so strove to be there for the King in spite of being asked for what could have certainly been the impossible. It was that very notion, however, that Matteo had surely returned so dutifully for that promise to his Mother alone that brought a soft simper to his lips, oh, if only Dorian could see how very wrong he was! Sebastian refused to believe it was but for the Queen alone that had prompted the man's continual returns throughout those centuries. Still, the conclusion that it was surely love was enough to make the vampire's head bob in agreement. "So it does." He uttered softly and truly, he couldn't argue in the slightest.

Rather than further press his luck, however, Sebastian fell back into that comfortable silence that so seemed to exist between himself and the King. His fingers remained interlaced with his lover's own as they moved down those stairs and into that deathly silent tunnel. Sebastian was well aware of that shift that somehow seemed to occur within the man he so cherished. He could feel it in the beat of Dorian's heart pressing against his finger, he could smell it in that shift of those pheromones that clung to the man's figure, he was so utterly attuned to that fear, the predatory deep within him so seemed to awake with it and yet, Sebastian simply ignored all of those feral senses to instead remind his lover that whatever had occurred down here was now long over. The space was merely haunted by ghosts of memories than any actual beings and yet, Sebastian knew well that, sometimes, memories were worse than the reality. They persisted where all else did not. The vampire moved closer towards his lover in those moments as that door was pushed open on squeaky hinges to admit them to another portion of the palace entirely, this large room appealing to the man's curiosity. How his lover had so left his precious books to rest under layers of dust baffled him - and yet even that paled in comparison of what he discovered next.

That piano was utterly breathtaking in comparison to those black and white pictures he'd once seen of the very creation, the fact that it was his alone certainly meant far more to the man then he could currently voice, overwhelmed instead by the simple prospect of a pianoforte within his very grasp. The later renditions he'd witnessed in Germany and New York had been certainly curious to observe but they had been wholly out of his reach to touch, hell, to play. His fingers stroked that dusty wooden surface of that piano in a caress that was entirely adoring in every fashion. That name he'd so dubbed the piano fell from his lips as he so meticulously inspected every facet of the instrument, judging exactly what sort of things it might take to get it back into a wholly playable fashion. His crystalline gaze turned towards his companion at that nearly playful voice, the man unable to help the fashion at which he rolled his eyes. "You wouldn't actually leave me down here by myself, would you?" He inquired, a certainly dubious glimpse upon his features, a singular eyebrow raising ever so slightly. That teasing inquiry, however, was interrupted by the presence of a familiar name upon the inner cover of that book, so prompting a rather rapid reaction from the vampire.

That response he was given was entirely lackadaisical, leaving the man to simply stare aghast at his lover before launching into a whole triad of those hardships those books surely had experienced and how it was their very duty to rescue them all from this hell they'd been damned to for centuries. His hands fell from Dorian's features, instead fretting over that pile of books the King hand previously been sitting on, the works of Galileo clutched closely to his chest as he glanced at the covers and names written in faded ink upon those yellowy brown pages. There was something akin to pained distress across his features at those brilliant literary works that had so been lost to time being found in this state when they surely could have once been saved. It was that gentle touch of Dorian's arms so moving around his waist that drew his attention, so ceasing his actions in those moments as the fae's head rested upon his shoulder in a fashion Sebastian himself had done dozens of times before. His head turned ever so slightly towards the man, hardly prepared for that gentle press of Dorian's lips against his cheek, much less the words that followed.

Sebastian was entirely aware that the King's words were meant to merely appease him and yet, in truth, they very much did. He detested knowing such things as this were here whilst he was helpless to do even a thing to so preserve those priceless pieces of history. A soft sigh left his lips as he nodded ever so slightly, "I know you're teasing me but...I would like that." The vampire was, after all, very much aware of his own tendencies to be quite particular of things such as these. It was an aspect of the man that was known by decidedly few, most never getting beyond that stage of idle flirtation with the ease and rapidness in which his own soulmade had. That sudden release certainly drew Sebastian's gaze as the soft sound of shoes on that cobblestone floor saw the vampire turn in kind. The mention of that very bible, however, immediately drew the vampire's attention, regardless of the simple fact that Matteo had clearly been privy to that nearly private moment between the pair of lovers, much less his own noteable distress but moments before. Fortunately, the vampire's efforts to so salvage those artifacts was interrupted only by that offer of clothes.

His eyebrows furrowed as he slowly reached out to take his own from the man, entirely baffled as to why they were here to change from those tuxedos. It was the only mention of his own name that saw the vampire glance upwards, simply watching as the elder man picked up a book from the floor, that ruined novel seeing him cringe inwardly before, quite before his eyes that cover and those pages returned to their once crisp whiteness. His mouth parted ever so slightly in surprise as he took the offered book from the man's hands, "Wa--" The word had hardly left his lips before Matteo had disappeared into oblivion, leaving the vampire to groan in his wake. "But Bernard...." He muttered. Pianos, it seemed, were the singular thing which could so undo all of those gentlemanly demeanors. A soft sigh left his lips as Dorian turned towards him only to glance at that bright color and yet, that simple utterance saw Sebastian turn towards his lover with new found resolved. "Shakespeare?! You've never heard of Shakespeare?! Romeo and Juliet? The greatest love story of all time?" He commented, entirely aghast. "Bloody hell....we're reading all of Shakespeare before Matteo's book then." He declared, entirely unwilling to let the King miss out on this.

This, it would seem, was perhaps too much for the vampire to handle, that prospect of changing clothes wholly difficult in the wake of all this singular room had to hold for him. His lips pressed together at that mention of the man's crown and yet, slowly, his fingers followed suit, undoing that tie and dress shirt in favor of that soft cotton t shirt and jeans. That crown was placed delicately on that pile of folded clothes and yet, he still found himself nearly hesitant to leave that room in favor of what his companion had so planned for them - this, it sounded, was certainly not all their evening would hold.

Sebastian Ellington