The vampire's gaze settled upon his companion as Dorian moved towards that bed, embracing that kiss with an all too willing return of his lips against the fae's. Those moments thereafter were met with a certain sort of clarity at exactly the ruse the vampire had, perhaps unkindly, crafted to so prompt the Monarch to face those age old fears and yet, in truth, Dorian had excelled with flying colors. Sebastian could hardly help that softly spoken comment of how overjoyed he was that the King was ready to take on a single cricket for his own benefit, even if Dorian was all too inclined to assure him, in that moment, that he was far more willing to take on more than just one bug. "Oh, you mean like two crickets?" He inquired, that warm simper steadfast upon his lips and yet, truly, these teasing moments were perhaps ones that Sebastian enjoyed far more than most others. They were moments reserved solely for them, away from the prying eyes of the world at large. It was, however, the mention of those ebony blades that saw him falter from his playful verbal assault upon the King, his own head tilting inquisitively, "May I see them?" He inquired softly in the wake of Dorian's admittance that the man's affinity with those daggers had laid dormant within him for near centuries. The vampire was assured there was a reason for such a thing, even if it was as simple as not being necessary for that veritable lifetimes the King had spent within those palace walls.

Still, he could hardly deny that it pleased him entirely to see his lover filled with such a glimpse of joy, that laughter had a way of so brightening his features in a way that Sebastian found himself not only wholly attracted to, but that often prompted him to strive to bring that enjoyment of life to the King all the more. That warm smile traced the vampire's own features as his gaze shifted upwards towards that hole, and yet, he was hardly truly concerned for it. It was nothing a bit of drywall could not fix. Still, his attention was drawn from that hole as that letter was passed back to him, the one in which he had so intently stared at but moments before if not for that itch of familiarity he simply failed to place. Delicately, he took that paper within his hands, flipping it over once again as he leaned his head against his lover's own, idly sharing with the man his own contemplations of the sender, even if, in the end, it hardly mattered to him any great deal. After all, if the name was meaningful, he would have surely placed it by now. The contents of which surely must have too been unimportant - for now, anyways.

In truth, Sebastian scarcely minded that near possessiveness his lover so voiced within that moment, the thought hardly earning little consideration from the vampire. After all, had he not promised to give his love to Dorian alone? And, in turn, allow the King to be the only individual to dote such affection upon him? Rather, his thoughts deviated to that very reason he'd so been called to that flat within the first place - that home that had been declared 'broken' enough to no long be fit for the King's attempts at this near solitary life. Sebastian shifted ever so slightly, only enough to face his lover as he inquired softly if there was more to be tended to, those bright blue eyes so lingering upon the silver hue he so adored. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the King's comment, those subtle choice of words clearly suggesting that there was perhaps more to be tended to, even if it was not nearly as pressing. Still, his head bobbed ever so slightly at the mention of the man's ability with that paintbrush, the vampire wholly assure that the hole would appear as if it never existed at all under his lover's masterful hands. Still, he hardly anticipated that inquiry to stay - that simple question and accompanying admittance particularly rare for more reasons than one. After all, Sebastian could count on one hand the number of nights he'd spent within this very room, much less the number of times either had voice the disparaging thoughts.

"I would love to." He uttered softly, pausing with the full intention to offer, instead, that very inkling that he had so been considering for perhaps some many weeks now, only to find those unspoken syllables hardly leaving his lips before a far more pressing thought so crossed his lover's own. "Hm?" He inquired softly, his gaze shifting with the Monarch as the man stood, making his way towards that bookshelf and that near impossibly heavy book the man's father had so produced for him all those many years ago. Sebastian hardly objected to its presence, shifting instead at the King's gesture to settle at the man's side. His gaze shifted from those pages to the features of his lover, darting back towards those carefully flipped sheets in a small display of curiosity. It was several moments still before he was presented with that nearly blank page, the vampire wholly aware of the shift within the King's heart at so presenting him this, though why, he hadn't the faintest idea. Rather, he stared blankly at that page for several moments longer before the fae King saw fit to point out the date above, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly in consideration as the King continued all the same, those dots slowly connecting within his own mind.

Slowly, the corner of his lips twitched upwards ever so slightly, the vampire leaning over only to gingerly press his lips against his lover's cheek. "I told you once that, no matter how long it took, I would have eventually found you. I think this is only further proof of that." He muttered softly, entirely appreciative of that Fate that so intertwined them, following them across years and centuries only to now bind them with those crimson threads that still encircled them. How Sebastian had come to adore that color - one he'd once so regarded with distaste. His attention turned only at the very mention of his name, his eyes rolling ever so slightly. "I was more worried they'd name me John. You'd think my mother would have had enough what with my father and older brother." A soft huff left his lips and yet, truly, the vampire was rarely inclined to speak of his family, much less provide any of them with actual names. Still, it was....endearing to think of his own mother so pouring over those names - that woman he never knew and delicately, his fingers reached out to run lightly over the letters that made up each of those words, even if they were written in another hand entirely. It was after several moments of silence that the vampire's lips spoke, his own words startlingly somber in the wake of those giggles and laughter that had filled the space between them but moment's ago and yet - that sentence was decidedly simple, even if his gaze still lingered upon that page. "Dorian. I have a gift for you."