It was silly, really, that small amount of flickering pride the Monarch so took in Sebastians simple sentiment that he had, surely, inherited some manner of appreciation for Art from his Father. He had never, in all his life, seen the Frenchman make any attempt to draw anything and yet in this he quite suspected Sebastian was right- as his husband so often was- the vampire possessing a decidedly keen sense for the judgement of a person. Matteo surely held an appreciation for both art and its design if that letter was anything to so go buy. That gilded surface and glorious unicorn that paraded atop it nothing short of magnificent in its splendour and yet those flowers that decorated the border were perhaps offset equally as strikingly by those crossed swords. A nod perhaps, to his Father's military career- one in which Dorian so intended to ask off one day in turn. Matteo, he suspected, was nearly as decorated as Alexander himself in that field and yet the Fae spoke so little off it. Battle and war was hardly of a true intrigue to Dorian himself and yet he strove to show a furthered interest in Matteo's life and too the events of history the man had seen. His own silvered gaze lingered on that screen as Sebastian further enhanced those details, his own head tilted just so as to admire them from that slightly new angle.

"Perhaps I shall ask him if he might like to visit an art museum with me once we return home."

Such words were near idly mused with consideration, Dorian wholly determined to find a passion of sorts that he might share with Matteo in some furthered effort to make up for all that time they had lost. Such thoughts hardly progressed any further in that moment as the car slowed to a stop upon that tarmac and at the base of that private jet so adorned in the colours of their country. How terribly much he would have liked to fall back onto those soft sheets and cloud-like pillows of their bed back in the hotel! The idea of travelling positively disagreeable to him today and yet he so refused in any sense to miss that meeting or let his country be spoken poorly off. Dorian nothing if not dutiful. After all, he so hardly knew how to be anything less. The Fae King so brought up in much the same fashion as his husband- with that singular understanding that a man possessed a duty to his work and his commitments and that some things, like sleep, would so unfortunately have to wait until a more opportune moment. Still, Dorian was quote assured he would not exchange last night in any fashion. That party, or what he remembered of it, had been glorious. How it intrigued him to think of the life Sebastian had once lived amongst such crowds and such people. The very thought of those people they were surely about to meet in the next few hours prompting that frown to his features and clear concern for his appearance- Sebastian quick to assure him otherwise. Dorian perhaps equally assured his husband was terribly biased in that praise. The vampires mention of those woman so coaxing that good-natured roll off his own eyes.

The luxury of that private plane was wholly welcomed in those moments that followed, even if Dorian so hardly dared partake in any further alcohol. There was something readily familiar, if not wholly comforting, about the interior of that jet. After all, the pair spent so very much time upon it that it had become a near second home of sorts. Dorian entirely content to near recline upon that sofa. His head resting within his lovers lap with that soft assurance he merely intended to rest his eyes. Sebastian's wholly gentle words further prompting that simper to his lips. Dorian quite content to imagine in that moment just how Sebastian might yet make good on that earlier promise to monopolize all of him later on. How he looked forward to that! He was oblivious, in that moment, to that touch of the vampires affinity and its control over him. The already exhausted Monarch readily giving in to that gentle manipulation, that tiredness sweeping him beneath the peaceful embrace of sleep with little more than a sigh. Dorian wonderfully comfortable upon his lovers lap and with Sebastian's arm rested near protectively over him. The Monarch snuggling all the more against his lover in those peaceful, perfect moments.

It was some time later that he became near vaguely aware of Sebastian's voice so uttering his name and stirring him from that sleep. The jolt of that landing seeming to waken the Monarch further as he blinked in ready confusion. His mind struggling to comprehend just where he was and how he had gotten there as one hand lifted to sleepily wipe at his eyes. That soft assurance he looked better further that grin upon his lips. He felt significantly better! Indeed the Fae was assured he had recovered near entirely from that previous night even if he remained baffled as to how he had managed to sleep so long. Twice now he had fallen asleep upon his husband! The Monarch assured he need rectify that very fact and yet, Sebastian seemed assured he had not been bored.

"I do feel far better, although I promise you I shan't fall asleep on you again. I did not realise just how tired I was."
His features frowned but slightly more in that consideration before the Monarch easily dismissed it. Dorian readily beginning to attempt to arrange his outfit into something far more presentable and far less....slept in as that list of names was given to them and the pair so made their way outside and into the flashing lights of the waiting press. Any sleep that so remained within the Italian Fae's mind was surely erased in the brightness of those flashes, Dorian hurriedly summoning that smile he had become so practiced at wielding. Sebastian himself equally as talented in providing the press with exactly the sort of photo they desired, both men raised in the very sort of worlds were no less was expected. The pair had no sooner made their way down that royal red carpet to meet that President then the man himself so proclaimed he had brought that very gift with him- Dorian meeting his husbands gaze curiously then before following the President into the terminal. The amount of press so waiting there was far more significant then those outside, Dorian affording them a wave before his attention fell thoroughly upon that squirming bundle of brindle fur that was abruptly presented to them. The Fae King so thoroughly caught off guard! They had readily anticipated furniture, not a puppy!

Those very words of thanks managed to fall from his lips all the same, Dorian reaching to take that offered puppy into his arms as they cameras continued to flash and the President all but beamed with delight. The puppy, for his part, had proceeded to grasp Dorian's tie and shake it frantically about. Sebastian softly insisting it was far better then furniture. Dorian so momentarily glancing between that exuberant puppy and his husband as Sebastian reached to rest a hand upon its head. The little Cursinu taking that chance to attempt to frantically lick the vampires hand. A soft chuckle so at last falling from the Fae King himself, that bright grin so finding his features. The very delight Sebastian so clearly took in that new edition to their family was, perhaps, all the discussion that so needed to be had. The dear little dog reminding him terribly of Maxwell when he was younger in turn. Dorian's head softly nodded a moment later to that mention of names.

"Yes, he will. I think he will be rather more fun than furniture too- unexpected though he was. He is cute isn't he? I quite like his stripes. I've not seen a striped dog before. Do you want to have a hold, love?"

'Brindle' it seemed, was not truly a word Dorian recognised. The Monarch content to refer to that canine as striped as he so offered the small animal to Sebastian for a chance to hold. Dorian carefully lifting him into Sebastian's arms, his thoroughly bitten tie at last free of puppy teeth and yet the small creatures tail waved exuberantly all the same as Dorians fingers rubbed softly behind his ear. Those cameras all but delighted to take photographs of that before the President assured them cars were waiting.

"Do you think they will mind us having a puppy at the hotel?"

He queried toward Sebastian then and yet, he supposed, if the President had gifted it to them then surely he might be permitted. Dorian's own attention continued to linger on that little creature in the vampires arms as they walked, the Monarch readily seeming to delight in tapping his fingers against Sebastian's arm only to prompt the puppy to lunge at them in frantic licks and play bites. Dorian chuckling each time the dog engaged in that game. They paused once more outside that terminal, the President assuring them he had organised that accommodation himself and that, come the following evening, he would meet them for dinner at a restaurant he deemed Corsica's finest. Dorian wholly content to thank the man once more before climbing into that town car that had so been assigned to drive them to that new hotel. That police escort driving ahead of them in flashing lights of red and blue. That bright grin upon the Monarch's features existing still as that puppy so pranced across that back seat between them both, clambouring from one lap to another. Dorian's silvered gaze glancing upward to meet the bright blue of Sebastian's own.

"Do you think Prescott would be formal enough? For the puppy that is. I think it quite a sensible name. I do not think he is a sensible fellow yet but perhaps in time- if he had such a name to aspire too..."

That amusement of sorts readily laced the King's words in that moment at such a bold name for such a small dog and yet, in truth, he so hardly knew how big that dog would grow at all. If it was so designed to be a guardian then surely it would be sizeable? Hopefully Maxwell might find him agreeable. Dorian so at last pausing in his play with the little creature to glance out that window.

"We do seem to be quite far out of town. Where on earth do you think we are going?"

That faint note of concern readily seemed to linger within his words in that moment and yet the President had assured him it was a private estate. That car continuing on for several more miles before at last coming to a stop in quote near the middle of nowhere. That road having turned to dirt a good mile back, that large stone building before them certainly rustic and yet not at all what Dorian had expected. The Monarch so drawing that drivers attention then.

"Is this the hotel?"
"Yes your majesty, it is Gold Awarded four years in a row. It is very private."
"It does appear quote secluded I cannot fault it there."
"Your luggage is already inside."

Yet another curious glance was offered toward Sebastian then. Dorian so scooping that puppy up and into his arms before stepping from the car, the Monarch waiting for the Prince to slide from the car in turn before making his way toward that old stone building with no small amount of trepidation. This was not at all like anything they had stayed in before. Indeed, it reminded him of the very sorts of houses shepherds had once lived within in his youth! Dorian hardly daring to peer into that room as Sebastian pushed aside that door. The sheer, simple warmth of that home readily striking him. The fireplace having been so thoughtfully lit some hours before. That inside surprisingly more lavish then Dorian had so anticipated. That little house oddly...comfortable and far more unique than any they had stayed in before.

"Do you know, of all the things I so expected when you opened the door- this was not it. It is nicer than I expected from the outside. Oh, look, they even left some dog food for us- that was thoughtful. He's probably hungry."

Dorian so pointed towards that dining room table then, a fresh vase of flowers resting in it's center, the soft glow of the fireplace in that living room making that home appear all the more cosy perhaps. That front door finally shut against the outside world.

"Bastian?"

He uttered softly but a moment later, his gaze turned readily upward toward his lover then, that near impish smile so having found his lips once more as he so leaned uward to press his lips sweetly to his husbands own in that wholly tender kiss before pulling but gently away. That kiss seeming to excite that puppy terribly all at once as he licked at Sebastian's chin in excited delight. Dorian chuckling softly at such antics, that warm simper upon his lips.

"I have been waiting the entire evening to be alone with you and I think we have almost achieved it. I should like to suggest that we find somewhere for our companion to sleep and then, if you are not opposed, I should quite like to monopolize all your attention."