Dorian could so hardly help that glimpse of humour that found him all the same in the wake of his sharing of that very tale of by far the worst afternoon he had ever spent with a woman. The look of utter horror on Sebastian's features was hardly unanticipated, after all, to allow any sort of harm to come to a woman in ones company was distinctly poor- let alone abandoning her to that very fate without offering some sort of assistance! He had, in his youth, broken the very rules of gentlemanly conduct! An area he so excelled in now and yet those tumultuous teenage years had surely been difficult ones for him. Dorian perhaps lacking the bravery he might have now and for the man he cared far more deeply for then any other were Sebastian to find himself assaulted by insects. That very fear of those creatures surely still persisted and yet Dorian had, over the centuries, at least managed to coax enough bravery within himself to face them when required. The Monarch assured he would never leave his husband behind as he had Catalina. Still, the very aftermath off his actions had hardly been pleasant in any sense. Word of his ungracious actions had quickly found its way around the ladies at court before eventually finding its was to his brothers and how they har tormented him over it! Truly it had been an abysmal summer. One that had taken a whole other season before the ladies were inclined to forget it. Still, Dorian suspected that had he been anything less than royal those rumors would have persisted for far longer than that year.

Sebastian's simple insistence that there was surely no coming back from that veritable social suicide he had committed prompted that ready nod of agreement within the Monarch as he saw to those taps. That plentiful, heated water spilling like waterfalls from the wall to begin to fill that tub. Dorian's own fingers extended then, testing that temperature before leaning away once more to eye his companion near expectantly now. The Fae King curious of Sebastian own failings with women, if indeed there had been any. The vampire assuring him he had hardly carried out dates in any such fashion as that. Dorian perhaps not at all surprised at such knowledge. Even he knew well of the sort of man Sebastian had been prior to their own relationship. Yet, he had so hardly anticipated his lover had taken to near ignoring his poor fiance! That surprise upon his own features surely clear in that moment. Dorian had, in all the time he had known his husband, never once seen him act in any manner ungracious. Sebastian was by far the most socially skilled being Dorian knew. To even consider him displaying such poor manner to a woman, much less his betrothed, was a terribly difficult thing to even attempt to imagine! More so, the Monarch so found himself considering just how he had gotten away with such things, after all, surely the girl would have offered her dissatisfaction. Such things so having a way of getting around until Sebastian's Father had surely heard of it and thoroughly chastised his son for failing to do his duty by the girl. Those very questions so passing his lips and too that query as to whether or not the young woman had been....displeasing to the eye, so to speak. It was a terribly difficult thing to find affection for a woman whom did not hold your attraction, after all. Perhaps she had been very plain?

That bright silver off his gaze remained upon his lover all the same as Sebastian's head softly shook. The vampire attesting that she had been lovely enough and yet it was that very familiarity he had with the woman that seemed to prompt his hesitancy in courting her. Ah, but how he should have considered such a thing! Sebastian's very comment that it was difficult to love someone you had seen as a child was one he understood decidedly well. It was, after all, one thing to love someone as a friend and quite another to love them as a husband or wife. Sebastian had surely possessed some love for Georgina- as the sister of his closest friend and yet that affection, it seemed, struggled to take hold as something more. Dorian not at all unfamiliar with such a thing. His head nodding simply then.

"That, Mon Cher, I understand very well."

He offered simply. It was, in some fashion, near similar to those affections Leonardo had held for him. Dorian could hardly deny he had not loved the man, after all, they had grown together for years and yet, somehow, he could to coax that love to exist in quite the same way for Leonardo as the man had for him. Such thoughts however were hardly offered, Dorian so instead affording Sebastian that chance to continue to answer those very questions. The vampire seeming near baffled as to why his Father had failed to chastise him over that relationship. Dorian's own features frowning softly in that consideration. Perhaps the man simply had not known, or in the least, Georgina had simply not complained- the girl trusting in that simple knowledge that, as Sebastian said, that marriage would not be held off and she would achieve what she desired in that union without need for complaint. Dorian so allowed that gentle simper finding his features all the same.

"If there is one thing I know of women, it is surely that they are very good at getting what they desire when they set their minds to it. They are terribly talented at it."

This, Dorian suspected, was the very reason Georgina had not offered any complaint. She had desired to marry Sebastian and if that had required her to merely remain quiet for some months then it seemed she had been willing to do so. Sebastian, he was assured, would have heard no end of it once the pair had been wed all the same. The Fae King's hand gestured readily toward that tub then, Dorian deeming that water suitably heated and filled before insisting he would be back in just a moment. That walk to the kitchen and back was hardly far, the Monarch careful to assure those dreadful slippers remained in place all the same before he returned to that bathroom to dutifully hand that bar of chocolate to his lover in some effort to chase away that hunger that gripped him. Dorian so unfortunately oblivious to how much food or what sort of food was required for a mortal figure in any sense. The Fae so simply assured that chocolate bar would be satisfactory. In the very least he had so tired all the same, prompting that reminder in his lover that food was important, along with water, even if the amounts of such things escaped his own knowledge. Dorian simply incapable of not caring for Sebastian's well-being in every sense. That simple thanks prompting that smile to his features.

"You welcome, I shouldn't like to think of you as hungry."

His own slippers were carefully removed then. Dorian gingerly stepping into that bath to join his husband, that heat so wonderfully satisfying as to prompt that soft sound from the back off his throat, his own head settling upon the back of the bath as that water embraced him. How glorious! How blissful! It was only once the Italian was so settled within that water that he so dared to voice those further thoughts. Any mentions of Georgina, let alone William, were decidedly rare between the pair in any sense. After all, William so had a fashion of distressing his lover, Dorian utterly unwilling to see Sebastian upset in any sense and too a part of the Monarch was almost....petty in that fashion he so never sought to mention that other man. It was shameful of him, really. Dorian long having suspected that love William had held for Sebastian had not been unrequited. William had spoken of Sebastian that very first time he himself had met the Hunter and it was that, perhaps, as surely childish and ungentlemanly and unbecoming as it was that so prompted Dorian to...dislike the man. Even if he would hardly dare admit it. He disliked this man whom had, once, been the focus of Sebastian's affections and- had he not fled- might well have rivalled him for them once more. It was, perhaps, only natural that he might find such disdain in the fellow, that very possessiveness he had for his husband a terribly potent thing even if his age-old manners often prompted him to hide such traits. They persisted all the same. He disliked William for being the poor friend he had been, he disliked him for leaving and so distressing his lover all over again while holding some satisfaction in that very leaving and he disliked him because Sebastian had liked him and how confusing and conflicting such emotions could be!

Yet too he so held that simple.....respect perhaps, for that friendship the man had shared, even if he did not like to consider it. He was not so poor natured as that. Dorian so offering those simple words all the same and that gentle assurance that perhaps William had desired to much in those early years well over a century ago when the world was different. The Monarch seeking to simply....reassure Sebastian, perhaps, that the very failings in that relationship were not his fault. The vampire seeming near oddly calm in that moment and not near so prone to that brooding that so often afflicted him. Perhaps it was the bath and the chocolate? Perhaps he need remember this combination if only for the very peace it seemed to bring his companion. Dorian failing in that moment to consider that lack of vampiric emotion might well be the cause. That soft admittance Sebastian simply felt guilty over that whole affair not at all surprising. Dorian's head merely nodded once more.

"I know, it is because you care, Mon Cher. It is one of the things I quite love about you. Those of us afflicted with compassion are so too often afflicted with guilt. It is very....human."

That simper found his lips once more in that moment. Even despite their decidedly supernatural species they were both still very much in possession of that humanity and truly he saw little shame in such an admittance. Dorian content to allow such a conversation to pass in the moments that followed. His how ever present curiosity perhaps inclined to get the best off him once more as he so mentioned but one final question. One that he had never quite asked another if only because he had not at all been able too. After all, to admit such a thing to the wrong being could prove disastrous and yet how long he had wondered that very thing indeed! Surely, of all the beings within the world his own husband would be the most suitable to ask such a thing off. That talk of emotions, in some sense, perhaps prompting that very query to at last fall from his lips as his gaze lifted from the water to meet the vampires own then. That question, it seemed, prompting that consideration in Sebastian now as his fingers ran across his lip.

Dorian was so hardly unsurprised by that very admittance that William had been the first man Sebastian had ever fancied. The Monarch's features frowning but slightly at that very notion that Sebastian had perhaps sought to please those desires William had and yet he so hardly commented upon it, rather he merely allowed his companion to continue. That more genuine surprise so finding his features at that admittance that it was not until he had become a vampire that he had ever enjoyed another man in a sexual fashion. Sebastian, it seemed, perhaps not truly realising his own lack of concern for gender until he had 'died' even if such a trait had always been present. The vampire affording him that simple answer then that those thoughts had not changed nor developed but rather he had not considered them until a certain time within his own life. Dorian quite unable to prevent that simper that found his lips then and too that warm, soft chuckle that fell from him- as unanticipated as such a response might be.

"Only you, Bastian, who thinks so often and worries so much, would not think nor worry about that. Thank you though, for answering my question."

Those accented words were offered with nothing but affection. How significant such a thing as sexuality might be and yet how easily Sebastian had seemed to settle with who he was and whom he might be attracted too. This the very same man he had seen fret over buying a sandwich when presented with too many choices for fillings! That manner in which the vampire shifted just so as to rest his head against his shoulder with but that simple admittance that such things hardly mattered now so readily seemed to prompt that softening of Dorian's own features in turn. That reassurance was unanticipated and yet, somehow, in that singular moment it felt decidedly wonderful and thoroughly pleasing all at once. That very touch so having a habit of chasing away but any of that myriad of thought that had found him. After all, Sebastian was decidedly right. None of it mattered. None at all. Not since they had found one another. Dorian so tilting his head then to allow his lips to press to his lovers own in that touch of affection.

"That truly is all that matters and that you know that I love you far, far more than any words might ever manage to say. Thank you for today, Bastian. It has been decidedly perfect."

Dorian Aragona