The Englishman was relatively assured that he knew well of his lover's preferences when it came to such living arrangements. There was a distinct part of the monarch that so showed his royal upbringing, those expectations of what a home should consist of surely displayed that and yet this was so terribly far from what he imagined the King had been doing with his time in his absence that even Sebastian found himself astonished with how terrible things had been come and, in turn, Dorian's own efforts to simply abandoned those conundrums behind closed doors - as if they were in turn, merely vanish. The fact that they had not, however, seemed to displease the Monarch and yet, he could hardly fault his boyfriend for his upbringing. Rather, the simple realization of the enormity of that task placed before him brought that singular syllable to his lips as his crystalline gaze so regarded the room he was presented with. There was quite a good chance he would be here the rest of the night, though really, with the newfound news of Samantha's departure, he hardly found he minded in the slightest.

It was that very mention of bugs that saw his attention shift back towards Dorian, inquiring, in that moment, if it was just a singular insect that had prompted this hazardous quarantine of the room. That look he was regarded with certainly caught the vampire off guard, his head simply shaking ever so slightly in the process, "No...have you?" He inquired, watching as his lover's gaze shifted towards the ground, as if clearly judging the safety of his current position. That flutter of his head and hasty shift of his feet brought a small simper upon the vampire's lips, the vampire coming to an understanding of sorts within that moment. "Are you afraid of this bug in your room, Ma Biche?" He inquired, a subtle hint of amusement settling upon him. "What are we dealing with here? An extremely large spider?" They were, he was assured, one of the insectoids that many fretted over, even if the vampire himself was hardly perturbed of their existence. Still, even in spite of those duties so cast upon him, Sebastian found it within him to tease his lover all the same of those domestic duties he had so been summoned for, those words so managing to distract his lover from that clearly distressing notion of the bug that crawled the man's bedroom wall.

His attention turned towards that hallway and the water that had begun to creep out underneath, his own hand reaching out to slowly roll up the sleeve of his buttoned shirt, that action followed by the other arm in a means to provide him with some room to work without dirtying his own decidedly expensive wardrobe. During that simple action, the vampire found himself informing the King of exactly that place that was nearly necessary they start with - at least, until an inquisitive realization of sorts crossed his mind, drawing his gaze towards the King as he considered the lethality of that combination of water and electrical current. He saw that small bob of his lover's head in agreement and yet, there seemed to linger upon the corners of the man's features a hint of that frustration at that announced 'failure'. That simple observation was enough to coax the vampire to take a step closer towards his boyfriend, his fingers fitting under Dorian's chin to draw the man's gaze upwards as he gingerly allowed his lips to brush sweetly against the King's own, assuring the man that this could certainly be repaired.

It was the sound of his name, however, that saw him pause from his newfound decision to so remedy that situation. Those bright blue irises fell upon his lover with a hint of inquisitiveness, simply watching as that distance between the pair seemed to vanish entirely. The press of Dorian's lips against his own prompted his eyes to flutter close, the vampire all too keen to relish in that passion that so dwelled within the depths of that feverish press. He drew the King closer as he was so often inclined to do, his hands settling upon Dorian's waistline. He's hardly had enough before his lover had pulled away, his gaze fluttering open in the wake of that absence of Dorian's lips. A small simper fluttered across his features at the notion of that distraction the two could so readily engage within. His gaze, briefly, shifted towards the couch, the vampire nodded in the direction of those crumpled bedsheets. "I could work with that." He offered, fully assuring his lover, in that moment, that he was wholly game to take up that tangent upon his purpose for so being here if Dorian would only allow him.

In the end, however, the Monarch stepped away from him, leading him towards the source of that water. Gingerly, he pushed open the door of that room, eying the standing liquid within with a small frown upon his features. There was a soft sigh upon his lips as he slowly bent down, removing those designer shoes and his socks, the vampire briefly rolling up the hemline of those slacks before he dared step into that wet room. His fingers moved around the washer machine, attempting to find the source of that clear leak. Sebastian's attention deviated only slightly at the sound of his name, even as he shifted that washer machine ever so slightly to the side to provide him with a view of the back of it. He glanced upwards only at his lover's pause, a small shrug on his shoulders, "Gracious or not, I don't think anyone would fault you for feeling that way." He responded, after all, though he had scarcely spoken to his lover of his best friend or that room within his own estate that William had been living in, the Dark Hunter's rather abrupt absence had left him with a feeling not all dissimilar. "Did she tell you goodbye? Or when she would return?" He inquired tentatively, uncertain if even he should celebrate her disappearance for very long.

That simple admittance, however, that Dorian was happy for her departure purely for the vampire's own benefit, however, saw the man pause with a hint of surprise registering upon his features, his own head bobbed but moments later. "It is true...though now I have no excuse to ever let you leave." He offered, providing the King with a nearly teasing grin. In truth, it was a relief, really, to hear that Dorian too had considered the extended time they might now spend together - that his concerns, although brief, were ill placed in his lover. His eyebrows furrowed suddenly as he turned his attention back to that work of his hands, "Ah..." He muttered in a hint of understanding, fiddling with those pipes behind that washer machine for a bit longer. "The hose that goes to the wall was loose which caused your leak. We need to get the water cleaned up but it shouldn't start leaking anymore....do you have more towels?" He glanced up at his companion, only to eye that small frown on Dorian's features.

The mention of mail however, saw a look of confusion cross the vampire's features. "Mail?" He inquired, entirely certain he hadn't been expecting anything from Italy. That laughter his lover regarded him with only caused that look of confusion to further increase and yet, he remained genuinely lost on what sort of mail Dorian had to give. That mention of fan mail, however, caused his eyebrows to raise with a nearly doubtful look. "Why on earth would anyone send me fan mail?" He inquired with a scoff, moving those towels Dorian had previously been utilizing with his toe. Sebastian was relatively certain he had done particularly little to have fans, much less mail. This whole process entirely...peculiar and yet, he supposed, it was just another aspect of Consort he would have to become accustomed too, despite how decidedly...self-conscious it made him.