Brennan could hardly help the way his hand reached for his neck, from discomfort of that binding tie and his shirt done all the way up. But for Serafina, he promised he would try. Honestly, he was quite certain he would be entirely lost in this scenario if it not for her none too subtle input.

Brennan had never seen such opulence in all of his life, that staircase had seemed it could fit at least thirty or more of the old creaky staircases of his childhood home. But this place was a proverbial palace for just two people, there was no end in sight. It was a shock to the man who lived upon his wooden ship, the very thing he had basically constructed with his own two weathered hands. It had everything he needed and more. He was quite sure his boat would nestle just fine within the marble foyer alone, he could hardly help the way he looked up at the colossal chandelier overhead, as if it looked down upon the out of place bandit. He was a man who walked into a room with confident swagger, but this.... Palace seemed to make him feel out of his element entirely, as though the marble floor could swallow the unworthy. Why Dorian had invited him here, had trusted him here he would never understand.

But his gaze lowers only to rest upon the timid man servant he had met that night. His intimidating gaze seemed to slice through him then, that antagonizing grin dancing upon his lips... "Why hello there Charlie boy." His irish brogue easily slipping from his lips. His gaze seemed to linger in that intimidating stare just to see if he could make him just that more uncomfortable. He chose to ignore his demands at removing his shoes, for now. He wasn't planning on insulting the...... king, fancy man... not intentionally. At least not before he got his hands on that ancient book, it was his last chance, his only silver lining in this hellish chaos he so found himself within. Yet despite this, he was hardly scared, he would accept his fate like he embraced most things, but it didn't mean he wouldn't try.

It was then the very man of the hour, the one he had met within the bar came sweeping, graciously down those steps. A man in his element. He looked even more put together from what he could remember, as if that were possible! How opposite those two could be and yet he was incredibly inviting to his home. His words uttered smoothly at that mention of pirate lingering on his lips. He looked to Serafina with an amused glimmer, it was not the first time someone had assumed him a pirate. What was it? The accent, the clothes? Maybe it was that bloody jacket. He hardly even knew. He raised a pointed brow at the king, you could dress him up in the most fanciful clothing but he would always be that rugged devious creature living at the docks. "Good to see you too. Have you been staying out of run down bars and car trouble?" that inquiry fell easily from his lips.

Dorian went on to express that he told his husband about that makeshift mechanic pirate. "Did he? Although to be fair, I am not really a pirate, mate. You think a pirate would be caught dead in a suit and tie, at a.... tea party?" The things he would do for this goddamn book were few and far between. Instinctively his hand shoots back up to his neck trying to loosen that tie that felt increasingly like a noose around his neck. "This is Serafina.." He gestures to the woman at his side with a sense or pride, of course, she was not really his to introduce and calling her his friend felt like a sin. He shook his head then, ridding himself of those thoughts while he kicked off those shoes of his to keep himself occupied, sliding them to the side with his foot. Surely there wasn't a fancy way to remove shoes he was unaware of?

He all but gawked to see Dorian staring at that raven haired witch, his eyes practically falling out of his face with a blatant stare. He couldn't even hide that blush on his crème hued cheeks!. A blush? Really? The woman at his side was striking, but to see another man look at her like that, made him tip his head to right and the first pang of jealousy of the night. Brennan's silvery blue gaze then shifts to Serafina to observe her expression, to see if maybe she noticed that nuance. She was a woman, of course she noticed! They all noticed when a man's gaze lingered where it shouldn't. So of course, Brennan's gaze, none too subtly, slid downward to peer at the dress that made the king so.. flustered. His silvery blue gaze lingered where that plunging neckline which accentuated her ample chest. Was it getting hot in here or was it just him? Apparently NOT! Regardless, Dorian then moved smoothly with a trained grace, averting the fae's gaze in that nearly coy fashion or gentlemanly respect, did it really matter? The fae king so easily grabbed her hand to kiss it, he seemed so charming. It was a strange shift of events and the warlock decided this little charade was over. He decided to interrupt in this awkward engagement, clearing the throat. "Uh... These are macaroons." He lifted that box filled with an assortment of those relatively expensive mini cake hamburgers. They were the most expensive treats, so surely this was appropriate.

Dorian then graciously gestured them further into the house, however it seemed more like a ploy to do anything than just stand at the door. Surely, he was just misreading the situation and the king was not into Serafina. Maybe that awkward introduction was now over and everything could just simply go back to normal.

Brennan was taken aback by the lavish set up for tea that so artfully sprawled across that long wooden table. It looked like there were enough cakes and sweets for at least one hundred people and the fine china looked far too delicate for the warlock's battle worn hands. Everything had its place, perfectly set and primped. "Dorian.. you didn't need to go to this... extent for tea." The dark haired warlock uttered, his eyes never leaving that room. They even had their own seal on every napkin! He had not anticipated this, not at all.

Charles was as quick on his feet as he was that night, fluttering around the room finding a purpose, pulling out the chair for Serafina and then attempting to pull it out of Brennan. Oh no he did not, his brow scrunching into an obvious frown. "I've been pulling out my own chair since I was old enough to walk, I think I can manage." Brennan chided the manservant with that mischievous undertone within the rich baritones of his accented words.

Once within that equally extravagant chair, he took in that the lavish set-up table before them. The fae king gestured toward those very picturesque sweets and Brennan instantly reaches for a cupcake. At least that seemed easy enough. Dorian went on about an explanation about cake forks. Why would they make a fork just for cakes? It hardly made any sense to the man. A fork was a fork. He stared at the one Dorian gestured to with a skeptical yet apprehensive expression. "So how is this fork so different than the other two, hm?" three forks, for tea! Never in the warlock's years, had he seen this much..... abundance.

"No one eats cupcakes with a fork." He so easily replied, as if calling out Dorian himself about that statement, disbelief woven in the warlocks words. He nearly sighed, attempting to pick up the dainty fork in his hands, the cupcake now sitting upon that plate before him, as if it stared back at him in that intimidating glare. How the hell was he going to manage to eat anything at this rate. This was damn well torture, certainly they could allow him this one cupcake.

It was then that Dorian inquired if they were courting? What did that even mean? Were they fucking? "Uhh... we used to?" He looked to Serafina for input on this. How desperately he wanted to explain that this was the woman he told Dorian about at that bar.

It was by some saving grace that an overly silent man suddenly makes his entrance and Brennan's hands tried to loosen that binding tie once more. How peculiar. Of course, Sebastian's appreciative stare seemed to linger upon Serafina with his eyes lingering upon her figure. Oh come on! He was certain they were gay and yet here they were ogling her even more so than he was and that said something. It would seem that Brennan was far too busy struggling with a damn cupcake that he hardly got much time to stare at that plunging neckline of the woman at his side. "You must be Sebastian.." That iconic roguish grin sprawled across his lips.

"I suppose that would depend on who you talk to, mate."

Brennan O'Connell