It would likely be far more difficult to convince the petite Japanese woman to take that stage once again than it was his present vampire companion. Arlo was far easier to coax with the prospect of 'sticking it' to his old band, as petty as such a desire surely was. Sebastian himself was hardly beyond that same measure of triviality when it so suited him. But that Asian girl? She seemed more inclined to simply forget that whole past altogether if such an avenue was available to her. It would certainly require a far more creative measure and yet, he was altogether certain of his ability to procure her for that wedding and the days leading up to it. Arlo's request to meet the girl prior to that event for rehearsals caused the vampire to nodd. "I'll talk to her and see what I can do." He assured his companion. It had been some time, after all, since Sebastian had visited that Tavern that was the epicenter of his own coven. Hell, it had been months since he had any sort of contact with Isolt herself, heavens only knew what the girl had involved herself with since then. Rumors spoke or her own impending marriage to that man he himself disliked, if only for the man's tendency to dislike any male within five feet of the woman that provided her even the slightest of compliments. Even Sebastian was not quite so obsessive over the fae King to destroy his ability to interact with others.

He was, however, wholly delighted when Arlo eventually gave into that proposal, only to inquire after possibility of regaining ownership of those songs that had been stolen from him. It was hardly a simple case, as much as he knew well Arlo would like it to be. With no contracts signed, it certainly swayed things within the musician's favor, making Sebastian all the more willing to look into that case for his only true friend. That blank look upon Arlo's face, however, told him well enough that such legal explanation were all but lost on him, even if he was willing to trust him enough to provide him with whatever documents he required. The sound of those Italian words quite near immediately distracted the vampire, even from that conversation he had once been so rigorously trained on to fulfill his father's goals for him. That warm simper settled on his features at his fiancé's apparent interest in those legislative terms. He could hardly help that chuckle on his lips as he so returned that comment with the assurances that their evening would surely be filled with any number of large legal words if it so coaxed such desires within the King. That simple promise that Dorian so looked forward to it only too began to stir that hint of anticipation within him.

For Dorian alone, that lust was near insatiable. It hardly mattered how many months or years it had been or even the sheer numbers of couplings they had experienced together. None of it was quite enough to satisfy those desires for the man. The simple thought of so removing those clothing for the fit figure beneath was a wholly enticing thought, one stopped only by the young woman across the table near insisting she had every intention to help Arlo find that notebook he required. For a brief moment, his blue eyes lingered upon those intoxicating silver ones of the Monarch's own before the man near forced his gaze towards their guests. After all, they had all of the rest of the evening, and surely the day after to satisfy those desires. It wasn't often the pair hosted friends of any kind, certainly not together. Arlo's final acceptance to play for them, however, certainly cemented his own determination to assist in that legal case for the ownership of those songs. His head bobbed ever so slightly as Arlo spoke that it might take time to gather those things he had requested. "I'll be waiting." The Englishman responded, entirely willing to provide that requested assistance without worry of charge or time spent upon such an affair. After all, in a way, he near owed Arlo this. The vampire was fulfilling Down's own desire to hear those songs live and there was, in fact, little he would not do for the Monarch. Though they were hardly against paying for Arlo's stay in Italy, or the flight to get them there, that help was his own way of saying 'thank you'.

He hardly objected to Dorian's insistence that they would see to the couple's accommodations during that trip and their wedding and yet, he hadn't quite anticipated Abigail's sudden announcement that she wished to stay with them. Caserta was certainly large enough to house them, Sebastian was well aware of that. He had seen the numerous rooms, ones which were still coated behind layers of dust from centuries of being untouched. Oh yes, they certainly could host them if the bubbly young woman wanted to feel every bit of royal as the poor dear was in spirit. He was quick to reassure her that she was certainly a princess, even if it was in the girl's near precious heart. She was a good soul, even he could well see that. He hadn't truly been prepared, however, for that girlish squeal of delight. He could hardly help that grin as he watched his own lover delight in that new found title he had been afforded and yet, it was the sound of that newfound last name that saw him pause. Though they had discussed it once before, to finally hear it was something else entirely. Even so, he tried not to get wrapped up in that simple name, his attention shifted to Arlo as he informed the vampire of that newfound time limit. Arlo's almost playful response prompted a chuckle from his lips, "Now I'm almost looking forward to it." He commented, clearly teasing the man and yet, Sebastian had every intention to assist in this matter too if Arlo failed to make a move by then.

The sudden appearance of that lasagna was a clear distraction for Arlo, any further talk of servants or his music or Abby almost forgotten in the scent of blood that both could surely smell, even if it held no allure to Sebastian himself. He watched with vague amusement as Arlo hesitated to scarf down that very meal on for proper etiquette, the vampire assured that if the man was alone, he hardly would have bothered at all. Nevertheless, he hardly saw fit to intervene in the couple's conversation, his gaze only briefly shifted to his lover in that magnetized he so often did. That is, at least, until the mention of their designated bachelor parties. Frankly, he had forgotten of them altogether and that near blank look upon Dorian's features near assured him that either the fate King had too, or the invention of those nights were still a wholly modern concept. He was quick to inform Dorian of that tradition, one they should certainly uphold if they so intended to do so in every other conceivable facet of their marriage. A small shrug crossed his shoulders as he glanced at his lover, the man near determined to ensure Dorian was hardly alone before he accepted that offer. "I don't see why we couldn't do something...we will figure out a date and I'll let you know." He inquired, after all, it wasn't as if Giles was of any age to see too such a party.

Sebastian was wholly content to focus upon that pasta dish and accompanying wine in front of him as that conversation turned towards flowers and gardens. Those very topics were ones that were of clear interest to Dorian and Abigail both. It was almost sweet, the way Arlo was so attempting to bring up such a question for the young were-girl's are alone. She was quite near equally as adorable in the near innocent way she so seemed to perk up at the very talk of those flowers. He could hardly deny that it was almost....nice to know Dorian might be capable of finding a friend in her. After all, there were distinctly few individuals within in their lives who so keenly took a liking to the pair together. Though that sudden inquiry upon Dorian's lips to ask a further question was hardly unusual, Sebastian was wholly unprepared for that rather unexpected observation upon the face King's part, one that the Englishman himself had hardly considered. His blue eyes turned sharply upwards towards the two men and yet, he could hardly help how peculiarly....nervous such a inquiry made him, even if he knew well such feelings were an instinctual part of their being. The last individual to hold want great possessiveness or obsession over him was his late wife. Though he knew, to some degree, that Dorian surely must too, the Monarch was distinctly good at keeping such displays to himself, hardly holding a candle to those tendencies he knew his own species was capable of. Even if such a thing was true, he was hardly sure of what it meant. After all, Arlo was no doubt in love with the young woman at his side. He was damn near made for her. The whole concept was quite near unnerving - enough so that Sebastian found himself almost unsure of what to think of it.