That notion that a simple cricket had drive the monarch from his room with the rubbing of its miniscule legs was surely undeniably amusing to the man, even if he tried to hide that merriment behind the presence of a gracious simper upon his lips. It seemed his entertainment, however, was hardly as discreet as he had, perhaps not fully, tried to make it be. A small shrug crossed his shoulders, that suppressed smile only widening into a warm grin, effectively pulling his attention away from the floor and that overly keen search for any sort of creepy, crawly critter. Rather, the vampire offered but a brief shrug before he pressed his lips tenderly against Dorian's own in an attempted gesture of reassurance. He hardly expected the ardent one he was provided in return, though every moment of it was altogether savored with a thirst for the Monarch's affections, regardless of how few days it had been since he'd last been in the King's presence. Even one day, he was assured, was far too many. Still, it was the mention of Dorian distracting him that drew his gaze to the sofa, his own thoughts upon the matter clearly uttered in those moments after. He enjoyed the intimate evenings he spent entangled in the fae's arms The entire process was done with such diligent care that, really, what was there not to love?

It was that notion of an idea stirring within the ever inquisitive thoughts of that fanciful King that caught the attention of his Consort. The vampire's eyebrow slowly raised and yet, he truly could not say he was terribly surprised. Dorian had so proved that his thoughts often dwelled upon those very adventures they might undergo, particularly between those bedsheets with novel ways in which the vampire might so enjoy his lover's caress. Still, Sebastian could not keep that hint of inquisitiveness from his features as he regarded the King, that simper still settled on his features, "I should look forward to the next time you choose to visit." He offered simply enough, providing no hint at all to the very suggestion he intended to gift Dorian with once that home had been returned to it's prior state. That soft brush of Dorian's lips against his cheek only further proved distracting from those nearly domestic tasks that the Monarch had placed before him. It was with a soft sigh that the vampire so followed the man down the hallway and towards that source of the leak that had taken over that utility room.

A soft sigh left his lips at the mess he was presented with, the vampire bending down just enough to remove those socks and shoes, taking particular care to ensure that his designer wardrobe did not become too sullied with that domestic work so required of him. In truth, he wholly missed that glimpse of amusement that crossed his lover's features at that simple change in his appearance, the vampire simply walking into that standing water with a hint of determination upon his features. His hands gingerly ran along the edges of the washer machine, searching for any source of wetness. Despite his diligent attention to that source of that nearly never ending leak, the vampire remained wholly aware of his companion all the same. He listened as Dorian so confided in him those very words that even the monarch himself deemed inappropriate to voice and yet, there was scarce any judgement within the man. Rather, he made the effort to so validate those concerns, the feelings of being left were always quite so bitter. Perhaps that too contributed to, prior to Dorian, the vampire's near determination to always be the party leaving. How many he himself must have left with such a feeling of resentment. And yet, despite that knowledge that he surely deserved this, Sebastian could hardly help the same selfish sensation he too had harbored of his own childhood friend vanishing from the confines of his estate in such a similar manner. Perhaps it was destiny though - affording the two lovers a chance to move beyond that which had been closed off to them by friendship and promises.


His lips pressed together in consideration before his gaze turned back towards that washer machine. "I suppose, sometimes, we harbor hopes that some individuals will always be in our lives. I think, perhaps, with all you two shared, you thought she would too. It is not a bad thing, though I am sorry it did not work out like that, ma biche." He uttered softly, his eyebrows furrowing just as his fingers hit some sort of wetness that renewed his attention at the task at hand. He was content to fiddle with that hose, twisting it this way and that, his crystalline blue eyes deviating only at the King's announcement that his fae friend's disappearance surely meant he was allowed to linger longer within the vampire's home, that simple suggestion so coaxing a teasing word from the man's lips. How little Dorian knew of how utterly reassuring it was to hear that simple sentiment that his lover might enjoy spending that extended time within his own luxurious home, and how little he knew of exactly how quickly that very notion might come to pass. He had been toying with the idea even before their return to Sacrosanct and yet, it was only the last week or so that he actually had that extra key made and that handmade leather fab purchased. It had remained upon him since then, the vampire content to contemplate the perfect time to so present his lover with that choice and now, he was even more assured that such a day would be tonight.

Nevertheless, the vampire reattached that hose to the pipe it belonged to, declaring that they now only required towels to finish that repair process. He watched as Dorian nodded, drifting from that utility room to leave Sebastian to his own devices . He pushed that washer machine back against the wall, checking one more time to ensure that the hose was still attached and would no longer prove problematic for the King. The sound of feet drew his attention, the man's gaze shifting towards his lover to retrieve that towel only to toss it on the floor in some foolish effort so sop up all the water. It certainly took a bit of ringing out but, eventually, the floor was....well damp without the presence of that near inch or two that had been there before. Still, a small look of concern crossed his features as he eyed the baseboards, the vampire momentarily considering ensuring that someone came out to check for mold. The last thing he desired was for Dorian to catch some sort of infection, even if the fae would certainly not die from it. His internal fretting, however, was interrupted only by the mention of mail. The concept that he might have fans was altogether obscure for the man when Sebastian was quite certain he left a string of broken hearts, angry significant others and hurt lovers in his wake. His nose wrinkled at the King's comments on his appearance and yet, Sebastian himself was not wholly convinced. "I somehow doubt that." He uttered with a soft huff and yet he supposed, it was best to see the contents himself and, in turn, deal with it appropriately.

It was with a soft sigh that Sebastian stepped out and into the hallway, entirely contemplating fetching that mail only for his lover to pause with a hint of concern of the existence of that clearly formidable cricket that must still be battled to retrieve those bundled letters. It was that very mention of his own species rather...supernatural abilities, however, that saw the man pause, a small frown fluttering across his features. The vampire so rarely utilized those powers his undead existence naturally provided him with, doing so now over a cricket seemed, really, just as absurd. Gingerly, the man shook his head, pausing only to provide the King with quite a solemn glance. "Dorian, I'm a corpse. I'll be fine. Bugs are practically my friends." He uttered, offering his lover a warm simper as he reached forward towards that very door knob that he knew led to the King's bedroom. Gingerly, he opened that door, slipping in only to close it behind him. His eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness within, that open window with it's fluttering curtains nearly immediately pulling his attention. Slowly, he crossed the room, pushing that window back in place only to pause, his head tilting to the side ever so intently, simply listening to the sounds within not only that room, but too the apartment itself and adjacent neighbors. He could hear Dorian's heart beating on the other side of that door. Just as he could hear the muffled sounds of a couple enjoying their evening beneath them and someone utilizing the bathroom somewhere above him. And yet, despite all those noises, not a single one was the rubbing of a cricket's legs to produce that near signature chirp.

The bug was either dead, or had returned from whence it had come. Inquisitively, the man instead turned his attention towards those neatly bundled stacks of letters, the vampire entirely content to sit upon his lover's bed and briefly rifle through the envelopes to so look at the return addresses and the places all those fan letters had originated from. "Dorian." He called out briefly, turning one such envelope over only to sniff at the contents, that perfume entirely assaulting his senses. "I...I fear I was wrong." He continued, his fingers still flicking curiously through that stack in spite of the mock panic within those distinctly British tones. "Your cricket bit me! You must go on without me! I don't think I will survive it. Oh god it's.....it's...." His voice trailed off as his fingers paused at yet another letter, the name on this one vastly more inquisitive to him if only for the simple fact that he was certain he knew someone by that name. Slowly, he flopped back upon the King's bed, attempting to recall that memory attached to that woman....it had to be there somewhere but...which one was she?