There was something quite satisfying about being 'the best'. As foolish and childish as such a notion surely was. Dorian so very used to hearing those staff and politicians around him politely informing him of the good job he had done with this or that and yet there was something vastly more delightful in the young woman's excitable exclamation. Dorian quite unable to prevent that grin that found his lips. How pleasant it was that something so small as allowing Arlo and herself to stay with them was cause for such delight. The Monarch quite enjoying to make others happy even if he could not but help that slight tease that found its way into his words all at once with that suggestion Abby need decide whether or not she and Arlo wished to share a room or otherwise. The pointed look the woman offered him in between those smiles was hardly missed and yet Dorian so merely allowed that chuckle to fall from him once more before his attention shifted to Sebastian. The Fae content to afford his name the edition of that 'best' title, as if to try it on with a feigned seriousness. Dorian content to afford himself that soon-to-be last name all at once if only for the satisfaction of the sound. The silver off his gaze meeting his lovers own in that moment, the joy he took from that name surely clear. Abigail too, readily seeming to agree as she declared that name utterly perfect. He knew he had liked that girl from the beginning.

"I think so too."

He offered warmly. Dorian finishing the last off his wine then only for Charles to appear to refill it, the Monarch nodding his thanks. It had been a terribly long time, truly, since he had found himself in the company of dinner guests he enjoyed so thoroughly. Those beings whom generally shared their table so had a habit of being politicians or Lords or someone whom undoubtedly wanted something from them or they in turn were so required to appeal to on some level. That conversation so tending to be little more than polite small talk, each being at the table analysing each word that might be said. It was...exhausting and largely unenjoyable even though Sebastian and himself had near mastered those political conversations. Sebastian arguably even better then himself at such things- even though his lover would surely deny it. The vampire having such distinct talent for it and yet how very dull it so made an evening for them both to have to be...a certain way for the extent of it. It was expected of them of course, their very roles in life demanding it and yet this evening was so singularly refreshing. Nothing about Arlo or Abigail was dull in any sense. Perhaps Sebastian did not choose many friends, but he chose them well when he did. The Monarch so making a note to assure his lover of that very thing. Dorian's thoughts suddenly drawn back to that present by the notion of those Stag Nights. A concept that baffled him to some extent and yet he was hardly unwilling to engage in such a thing if it was considered the social norm of the time. His head nodding readily in agreement as Sebastian assured Arlo they would organise something.

The arrival of that meal readily seemed to engage Arlo so thoroughly that the Monarch was near assured the very house could have been on fire and the young vampire might well have remained unaware. Dorian quite undecided whether the mans eagerness to consume that meal so stemmed from Elizabeth's fine cooking or Arlo's singular love for Sebastian's blood. Perhaps a combination of both. That amusement finding his features then before Charles returned to refill Abigail's near empty glass quite before Dorian could stop him. Although, truly, how he had intended to prevent a guest from having wine he hardly knew. In the very least that meal should surely strengthen the girls tolerance and yet by how much was perhaps debatable. No one else at that table seeming terribly concerned and yet if she was so unused to such things he was rather sure a second glass might do her in entirely!

Arlo's sudden query of those gardens drew the Monarch's attention then. Abigail seeming to brighten all over again at the prospect of exploring that royal collection of plants. Dorian quite assured that, with her love of plants, the woman would utterly adore those near endless gardens and landscapes that surrounded his own palace. Perhaps, since the pair were to stay with them, they might arrange for them to explore those gardens in the evening after they were closed to the public, so permitting the Abby and her companion to have free range of its expanse. Dorian hardly fearing for the pair's safety within his own gardens and indeed, not when Abby was accompanied by a vampire. Even if, truly, Dorian held some doubt over Arlo's skills for defense. Perhaps he should not judge the man so all the same. Abby's determination to have her companion explore those gardens with her tugged that simper to his lips once more before the woman promptly requested he show her that singular place he was assured she might enjoy more than the rest. His own head nodding gently then.

"Of course, I should be glad too."

Surely he could find the time for that? Busy or otherwise. Dorian enjoying another bite off his own meal then before he found those questions tugging at his mind once more. The Monarch a decidedly curious sort of person in every sense and yet that politeness was maintained all at once as he so called Arlo's attention towards him. Dorian content to ask that very question Abigail and himself had wondered over earlier. After all, if a vampire was possessive by nature of those beings they favoured, did such possession extend to other vampires? Arlo, after all, was a decidedly different sort of creature. Dorian finding himself curious of that answer simply because it was a decidedly curious thing and yet, too, another part of himself was quite....unwilling to share to Sebastian at allbeyond that blood that was surely Sebastian's right alone to offer. Dorian so hardly immune to those feelings off protectiveness over what was his own all the same. The sudden stillness of Sebastian in the wake of that question was hardly missed by the ever-observant Fae and yet his attention remained upon Arlo in that moment. The other vampire hardly seeming to note the importance of that question at all.

Still, that very answer he was provided with was nothing short of satisfying. The apparent lack of any more of these 'Crusnik's' so apparently lessened any desire Arlo might have to get into any sort of argument over that source off food and even then, that singular assurance that any protectiveness Arlo might feel over Sebastian was no different to what any friend might feel for their companion was- rather pleasant to hear. It was good for Sebastian and Arlo to enjoy each others company, just as he had so told Abby. Everybody should, surely, have just that sort of friend. The Monarch nodding softly in agreement, that simper returned to his lips as he relaxed readily within his chair once more. Arlo's promise that he was not about to become 'obsessive' over Sebastian prompting that soft chuckle from the Fae. The younger vampire so suggesting the vast majority off his possessive instincts were fixated around.....other people, merely saw the lift of a singular eye. Dorian rather assured the 'other people' was the woman seated beside him and yet he saw little need to voice such a thing aloud.

Rather, it was Abby's sudden declaration that Arlo could not possibly be the only one of these Crusnik's in the world that saw his own head tilt in a clear consideration. I did seem decidedly unlikely that one of Arlo's kind would make just one other, only to make just one other again and so forth and yet, even if that was so, surely they had not all died out after creating their single 'child'? That realisation that Abby was surely correct seeming to dawn upon him then and yet really, where were these other vampires? Arlo's own query on whether or not Were had Makers readily seeing the woman explain her very species as some sort of....blood-based disease. Dorian's own features wrinkling slightly at the thought.

"But Arlo will not turn into a Were from tasting your blood? Will it affect only humans?"

It seemed...logical, after all, to think that humans alone might suffer from that infection of sorts. After all, if vampires were affected their would surely be far less vampires and far more Were. Dorian equally assured an immortal Fae or Hunter could not suddenly become a mortal Were. Witches, perhaps, posed something of a quandary before that query of Fae Makers saw that consideration return.

"I was born as I am but humans can be made Fae if a rather specific set of steps is followed. I fear though I am not quite assured I know exactly how. I have never been properly informed off all of those rituals but I....do not think it is quite the same as Were. I do not think it is like a disease per say when it comes to Fae. I shall have to ask my Father, he has turned humans before though I think it is perhaps not a very pleasant thing. Still, if a human is turned then they have a Maker just like a vampire does- yes."

He nodded his assurance then. Dorian quite assured he had learned more about other species in those few moments then any of those books had ever told him, how delightful that was!