A small simper settled upon his features at the teasing tone that filled his lover's voice and yet, Sebastian hardly saw a reason to continue that conversation further on the woman. Though he tried, truly, to put aside his own feelings of the girl, there was little doubt that he failed to share his lover's fondness for her. Her intense distaste of him had been nothing but a roadblock the size of a continent for him, even if he had attempted to play nice with her for the sake of his lover alone. Usually, Sebastian was more inclined to run from such uncomfortable situations, the man's desire to linger for Dorian was a testament to himself of his adoration for the King, even if he never spoke of such thoughts and inclinations to the fae himself. After all, to speak ill of someone so treasured was certainly beyond rude. And so, instead, Sebastian kept his silence much as he too did now, that cleaning of the water upon the floor was instead allowed to capture the entirety of his attention - to the point where he even considered ensuring that the room was free of mold purely for the health and comfort of his boyfriend. Fortunately, any further thought of checking on such a thing now was distracted by that very mention of the mail waiting for her perusal, mail which Dorian insisted was more of the affectionate nature.

He was unaware, really, the way that even he himself so displayed with utter certainty that self doubt he so held of his own value. Dorian, however, was perhaps the only good thing within his life that he didn't doubt, the vampire instead so readily striving to be of worth to the King in whatever fashion possible, even if it was seeing to the domestics of a broken house, the changing of light bulbs, and the decimation of bugs. In fact, it was that very thought of bugs that drew the vampire towards the man's bedroom upstairs and that offending cricket that had so caused that room to be considered hazardous. The Monarch's hesitance oh addressing that problematic creature was well noted by this point, the Englishman even taking the point to pause and so reassure the man that, really, he would be perfectly find. Insects and corpses, after all, tended to go hand in hand. He offered his boyfriend a warm simper all the same as Dorian insisted he find new friends. "I'll get right on that." He offered and yet, the truth was that, in reality, bugs were likely far more his friends then any sort of mortal individual. Sebastian, quite simply, did not have friends. Still, such a thing was a stark reality he hardly saw fit to impart upon his companion, instead stepping into that room only to close the door securely behind him.

He made his way towards the open window, closing it firmly only for the vampire to turn and regard that room with utter stillness and silence. If the cricket was here, it certainly should have been making some sort of noise, the creatures entirely nocturnal in nature. However, there was little but utter silence in that room, those noises he could hear originated from far beyond those four walls. A small frown crossed his features as he made his way towards that bed and that first stack of letters that had his own name written upon them. His eyebrows furrowed and yet, he called out to his companion all the same. That inquiry of whether or not he had found it was met with momentary silence as he flopped onto his lover's bed, that stack of letters held between his long fingers. He could hear the upbeat of Dorian's heart, he could feel it even, and yet, there was still no sound of any sort of insect. He paused only for his voice to waver, announcing rather loudly that the cricket had bit him (even if he was certain crickets couldn't even do so) and that he was so doomed to death, insisting that the Monarch go on without him. He was aware, vaguely, of the increase of Dorian's heart beating ever so quickly against his finger and yet, it was a singular letter that had drew the man's attention, depositing the rest of the stack at his side as he eyed that handwriting that so spelled out his name, much less the return address.

The sound of his name upon the King's lips hardly bothered the vampire, the man entirely unaware of the true extent of fear he'd so impressed upon his lover in that moment of silence. He glanced up at the sound of that door finally opening and yet, the vampire was wholly unprepared for that flash of darkness that flew through the air, slamming into the letter to tear it from his very hands. His bright blue eyes slowly glanced upwards at the wall - that dagger clearly pinning it to the wall. His eyebrows rose as his gaze fell, dumbfounded, on the King himself with ebony blades in hand. "....well that was unexpected." He muttered, those bright blue eyes staring at the King as he rose to his elbows. It was endearing, in a way, that Dorian had so rushed to his defense and yet, he could hardly help the smirk that crossed his features as Dorian inquired of the bug that had assaulted him. A small shrug crossed his shoulders, "I think it left days ago." He watched as those blades simply vanished, the vampire entirely inquisitive of this affinity the King never spoke of. Those sharpened knives were clearly quite powerful and yet, he was hardly surprised. The man he so adored was entirely gentle in nature, a gift such as this one likely was rarely utilized, not to mention entirely handy to keep secret should the Monarch ever be placed in a threatening situation.

The King flopped upon the bed at his side, that heart still hammering with that adrenaline that Sebastian had so beset him with and yet, that simply uttered sentence so produced laughter bubbling to his lips. Those chuckles were interrupted only by the gentle press of Dorian's lips upon his own, though even that moment was fleeting before the King's hand so shoved him with clear playful agitation, bringing the Englishman into giggles all over again. "Well, I am honored you were going to fight a single cricket for me!" He uttered, clearly amused by the entire scenario. It was only the mention of that hole in the wall that saw the man glance up and yet, that indentation hardly bothered him the slightest. "You'll...always remember tonight?" He offered with a small shrug and yet, it was that sound of laughter that finally left the King's lips that he drew the most satisfaction of, prompting a warm simper across his own features as he simply watched the King with a look that was far more adoring in nature.

There was something altogether glorious of that sensation of Dorian curled against his side, much less the man's head against his own and slightly, Sebastian shifted only to lean his head against his lover's all the same. Delicately, he took that letter back from the King, flipping it to eye that hole that now existed in the middle of it. "I thought I recognized the name." He admitted, a glimpse of consideration crossing his features before another off handed shrug crossed his shoulders. "Oh well." Truly, he cared little for it, particularly not when he finally had Dorian at his side. Rather, the vampire rolled towards his companion ever so slightly, those bright blue eyes glancing down at the man beside him. "Is the house still broken?" He inquired, entirely content to remain here for the rest of his evening if he was so allowed to do so.