It was so very easy, to let those three simple words with the depths of all their meaning fall from his lips. For all his perceived flightiness, for all his one night stands, Sebastian was entirely committed to the man in front of him. He was unable to deny those emotions the fae could so produce within him - adoration, loyalty, longing. How he had cherished this simple trip with the Monarch, even in spite of all the complications it had and no doubt would continue to bring. It was with a soft sweetness of affection that his lips gingerly met those of his boyfriends, so fully attempting to convey that very devotion he held for the man. That simple fact of the public space the pair stood within made that simple kiss all the more meaningful, if not only for his knowledge of how Dorian so preferred the privacy of closed doors when it came to moments as terribly intimate as this. An altogether tender simper settled on Sebastian's features in the wake of that show of that admiration as he pulled away, his head bobbing ever so slightly at the suggestion that their evening here in Milan still held far more than the art that adorned those walls. His hand delicately reached for Dorian's own, simply desiring the King's touch, even in an entirely innocent fashion, in the wake of that moment.

He trailed behind his boyfriend, content to pause and admire only those works of art that were of any interest to the man. After all, there were very few of those acclaimed paintings within the gallery, those of lesser value holding little intrigue for the vampire when he had already witnessed far greater achievements. All, for example, paled in comparison to that crimson poppy he held within his fingers, his gaze occasionally drifting back to that very flower as they moved through that large exhibit. It was only once the Italian fae was satisfied that Sebastian found himself in that square once again, nearly being tugged down towards the path that ran along the harbor in a show of unexpected excitement. The vampire held hardly any qualms, however, content to simply stroll along those docks and eye the ships that floated in the ocean and the shops that lined the pier. It was that decidedly fresh scent of gelato that had eventually coaxed the vampire's attention, entirely assured that Dorian had not had such a delicacy before. It was, perhaps, a mistake that the pair attempted to share a cup of that chocolate flavored Italian ice cream, the vampire content to enjoy the rich taste of that delectable dessert far more than maybe Dorian even had the chance to.

It was that presence of that cathedral, however, that had pulled the man's attention from that quickly dwindling desert. Though he had a rather...difficult relationship with his God, and though the Church itself was content to cast him out for what he was, Sebastian still found utter beauty in the diligence and meticulousness attentiveness to every minute detail that went into the architecture of those buildings far older than himself. In those years of his bachelorhood, he'd often been entirely content to simply wander those old cities in awe of the buildings. Places such as these were so rich in their history that even the streets reflected it. That cathedral itself still managed to produce a sort of admiration within the Englishman. In fact, it was only Dorian himself that distracted the vampire from his idle observation of those pristine points that towered over them, the man's crystalline blue eyes instead following the King's finger as he pointed to the town that could only vaguely be made out in the distance. Turin was altogether a mystery to the man, Sebastian never having stepped foot within that city's limits and so, it was only natural that he requested they might, one day, be given to visit that palace there. After all, even two hundred years was hardly enough to see all the world had to offer.

Soon enough, however, Sebastian found himself settled back in front seat of that sport's car. The trip back towards the palace they had snuck out of far was far less irritating now that the Englishman knew the route back 'home'. Even that roundabout was navigated with far more ease and less honking then his first effort to do so. Thank god England was rifled with the damn things, it at least gave him some previous experience of that difficult circular road. It was, in the end, the approach towards the Palace that provided the man some difficulty. Sebastian was reduced to moving forward at a mere crawl, those photographers pressing in upon the vehicle to the point that he feared the safety of their feet as they pressed against the glass with their bright flashes. Thankfully, those guards were more then willing to sweep into action, saving them from the onpress of photographers. A small frown crossed the vampire's lips as he finally stepped from that vehicle, his gaze shifting towards the distant gate and the press that still swarmed it. "Do you think they'll continue that forever?" He inquired, almost concerned for their return to Sacrosanct. Neither Dorian's apartment nor Sebastian's own estate were well equipped for such an onslaught. He hardly had long to consider what changes could be made to his home to cope with this however, before Benito swooped down upon them with the same zeal as those photographers.

It was only once the pair had been checked over again by that peculiar little physician (whom promptly informed him that though his health had increased he needed to continue his walks in the sunlight all the same) that Sebastian found himself once again standing before the doors of the King's own apartment. Though the palace itself was decidedly vast, the vampire had come to understand why his boyfriend so often retreated to those few similar rooms. The court, the servants, Benito and all in between could, at times, be vastly overwhelming. This was perhaps the only place in which he had found any sort of sanctuary from that veritable activity that constantly seemed to exist around the pair. A soft breath of relief left his lips as they stepped into that parlour, his gaze landing upon the lackadaisical sight of Matteo himself. He was hardly surprised in the slightest at the sight of the Frenchman, instead simply remaining at his lover's side as Matteo inquired after the specifics of that statute. A small simper crossed the vampire's features and yet he hardly saw any reason to add to the conversation on the topic of Leonardo. It was that simple mention of trust that saw a small simper cross Sebastian's features, even if he knew well it was pointless to encourage Matteo to let some futures remain a mystery. He supposed, really, if he had a child and a similar ability, he would do much the same.

It was, however, that mention of Christmas that saw a small frown cross the Englishman's features. He'd hardly forgotten that Italy saw Christmas celebrated on a different day entirely, rather, Sebastian had merely forgotten today was that day. Unlike his companion, Sebastian was hardly astonished that Matteo had a gift for the pair of them. After all, Dorian was his son - was such not what good parents do? He had an inkling, however, of what that very gift to himself was, after seeing that affinity at work, it was quite clear, wasn't it? Nevertheless, Sebastian followed the French nobleman into that reception room, his features brightening as his gaze settled on what he knew would be awaiting him. It was breathtaking, that piano in all it's glory. His own fingers delicately traced the edges in a small show of affection, the man only half listening to elder fae as his fingers touched that piano, dancing on those ivories for but a brief few notes. It sounded fundamentally different than that which he was used to. How he was supposed to tune that which didn't even sound remotely what he was used to, he wasn't quite sure and yet, he was determined to figure it out in time. His gaze turned upwards towards the two men before him, "Thank you, both of you."

Sebastian Ellington