It was the very notion that Sebastian had so agreed to join that tea party this very evening that so surely prompted within the Fae Monarch the ready confidence to face that supposed witch Brennan had brought to accompany him. Dorian was nothing if not near masterful in his ability to appear distinctly unphased by any of the matters that turned within his mind on a near constant basis. The Fae King, like his husband, so born in a time in which manner and decorum was valued above all. Those very traits still very much alive within the pair of distinctly aged men. Dorian nothing but wholly gracious in his greeting of the almost eclectic appearing pair. His delight in seeing Brennan once more wholly genuine. After all, he found the Pirate to be a distinctly curious sort of person. A little rough, perhaps and yet the Fae King, for the most part, was a distinctly good judge of others. Brenna, he suspected, at his core, not at all a terrible person. Dorian readily affording the other man that warm grin along with that insistence he had told Sebastian all about him. Brennan quick to inquire after whether or not he had managed to avoid questionable bars since that fateful night before insisting he was, in fact, not a pirate if only because he had attended a tea party. Dorian so affording the man a distinct frown.

"I have been fortunate to incur no further car trouble nor unplanned adventures into bars, thank you. As for pirates and tea parties though I fail to see why a pirate cannot enjoy a tea party. Tea was one of the most pirated substances of the seventeen hundreds and the most successful pirate of that era was known for his enjoyment off it."

One eyebrow rose but ever so slightly, Dorian very near daring Brennan to suggest a pirate could not enjoy a tea party. The Italian King, it seemed, wholly determined upon the notion that Brennan was, in fact, a pirate and that he had little reason not to take tea when his veritable ancestors had been nothing but fond in it. That suit and tie, perhaps, might be something of a debatable outfit for such a sea-fearing people and yet it was that very introduction of Serafina that so prompted his gaze toward that blue-eyed, raven haired young witch whom appeared to have adorned herself in the very sort of outfit that would have prompted fainting from men and women alike in his own era! How far that neckline plunged! Dorian, despite his distinct devotion to both his husband and marriage, utterly incapable of not allowing his gaze to linger upon her figure so swathed within that dress. He had never before seen such a thing as this! That colour so readily flushed his cheeks in that near painfully obvious blush. How long it had been since any woman had so coaxed that colour to his features. Dorian so very near flustered in that moment. A witch within his very home was one matter. A witch so adorned as such was another entirely. That soft hello she afforded him so readily seemed to prompt that near ingrained reaction within the man. Dorian nothing if not a product off his time. The Monarch shifting forward to easily take her hand in his own and so afford it that brush off his lips along with that greeting. The young woman insisting the pleasure was her own as Dorian so strove to prevent his gaze from lingering anywhere that it shouldn't. Only for Brennan to so suddenly announce he had macaroons.

That very declaration so prompted that release of Serafina's hand. Dorian's attention shifted back to the warlock now whom held out that box of sweet treats toward him. How very slow his mind was in that moment to register that gift! The mere presence of a witch within his home, let alone one whom was barely dressed so having prompted a plethora of thoughts to his mind- one that seemed to near struggle in that precarious second to understand just why Brennan was so announcing those macaroons. Did he, perhaps, wish for Dorian to check and assure him that they were indeed macaroons? There was, Dorian suspected, every chance they might be some other dessert entirely with Brennan's clear lack of understanding of tea parties. That near bemused look upon his features so suddenly replaced with understanding.

"Oh! They are a gift. Thank you Brennan. That was very thoughtful."

His own head shook but slightly once more in some effort to clear it. Dorian so making a distinct effort once more to prevent his gaze returning to Serafina in any fashion as he reached for those offered treats and so led that small party from the foyer and into the ornate room with its gloriously lavish tea table. That box of macaroons was handed graciously to Charles, the manservant hurrying to attend them as Brennan promptly declared he surely need not have gone to such effort for tea. Dorian so unable to prevent that soft chuckle that found his lips in the wake of that insistence. His own head shaking lightly.

"Sebastian and I take tea in this fashion every week, I assure you it is no trouble."

It would not do, after all, to have their guests believe they had been put out to host them! Those words nothing short of distinctly true. After all, Sebastian and himself did take tea at least once a week, whether with one guest or another or merely on their own. Tea, after all, was by far one of Sebastian's most favoured drinks. Dorian in turn decidedly partial to those sweet cakes that so often accompanied it. Charles was wholly quick to make his return then. Dorian settling himself at the table before the manservant hurried to pull out that chair for Serafina, the young woman graciously taking her place- only for Brennan to insist he desired to pull out his own chair. Dorian quite unable to hide his amusement at the warlocks determination and that near baffled look upon Charles' features in turn. Dorian so readily gestured toward that spread then with that assurance they could surely help themselves- only for Brennan to reach with his hands for his chosen cake. That soft correction so parting the Monarch's lips even despite that simper that tugged at them all the same. Dorian so gesturing toward that provided cake fork then- only for Brennan to appear all the more baffled. Had the man truly never been afforded a fork for his cake? How very terrible it must be to be a pirate! To lack cake forks a veritable crime he was assured. Serafina so suddenly offering that explanation then. Dorian, despite himself, unable to prevent that simper from finding his lips as he glanced toward the young witch once more. A woman of breeding! How unanticipated. The Fae King so momentarily having forgotten his own determination not to look at her dress. Dorian hurriedly averting his gaze to her own once more.

"What do you do, Serafina. You do not appear to be a pirate."

Was she perhaps some member of high society? He was assured he had neither seen nor heard off her before and yet perhaps she simply did not attend many functions. Dorian wholly curious as to how the pair before him had so come to find one another, let alone entered within that courtship. After all, they were surely courting were they not? It would be a distinctly curious thing for Brennan to bring a woman he was not so currently walking out with to accompany him. Dorian still, at times, so struggling to understand those more modern relationships let alone those simple friendships between men and women that occured more readily in the modern age. His curiosity on that topic paused only to answer Brennan's own query. Dorian gesturing to each of those golden forks then.

"The other forks are for other desserts. That one is for desserts like tarts and that one is for desserts with cream or other filling. One selects the appropriate fork for the appropriate dessert."

His head nodded with a simple assurance then even despite Brennan's insistence that nobody ate cake with a fork. Serafina and himself veritable proof otherwise. Dorian wholly content to inquire after that very relationship shared between the pair then. That pirate warlock appearing once more confused by the notion only to insist he had once courted the woman before glancing toward Serafina. The raven-haired witch confirming such a thing had been many years ago. That ready curiosity so dancing upon Dorian's own eternally youthful features then. If such a courting had not resulted in marriage between the pair then why was it so they kept one another's company? And unchaperoned at that! How truly strange those modern relationships!

"Are you married, Serafina?"

Perhaps she was not a single woman. Dorian still so struggling to understand that notion of friendship between the pair before that sudden appearance of Sebastian so prompted his attention away. The Fae King utterly unable to prevent that ready grin his lovers presence so coaxed to his lips. Dorian so undeniably....relaxing all the more as Sebastian found his own seat at that table. And yet- the very fashion in which Sebastian's eyes too seemed to linger upon that dress was hardly unobserved. That faint simper of amusement so tugging at Dorian's features in turn. The Monarch, after all, was so hardly oblivious to Sebastian's own....vampiric nature in that fashion. The both of them, despite their choice in one another, not incapable of appreciating a woman even if neither intended to act upon it. That very look upon Brennan's features so hardly unobserved in turn. Hmm. For a man who claimed he was not courting the young witch he still so seemed to possess some feeling for her. Dorian readily inclined to wonder if this was the woman Brennan had spoken near longingly off within the bar that night. A veritable understanding seeming to dawn within him then as Sebastian queried Brennan upon his pirate status and Dorian so helped himself to his own tea.

That sudden sound off his name upon Serafina's lips so prompted that shift off his attention to her once more, his own enchanting silver gaze meeting the bright blue of the young woman's even despite that faint, nervous flutter his heart was still inclined to take at so merely being within her presence. That magical signature around her utterly undeniable- and how very wary he was off it even if Serafina had, so far, hardly proven to be a scary witch in any sense. Ah, but how very wrong he was so about to proven! That very mention off their garden so prompted that polite smile to his lips, those very words all but catching within his throat as he felt that unmistakable brush off the young woman's foot upward and agianst his leg. Those sweetly offered words so continuing then and yet he was positively assured he had hardly heard them. Dorian very near spilling his tea with that start of surprise. It had been centuries since any woman had been so bold as that with him and indeed, certainly not since he had been wed. She was positively a menace! That rush of colour all but flaring onto his cheeks once more. Dorian so wholly oblivious to the notion this had been her very intention all along. The Monarch appearing distinctly flustered once more as he near hurriedly put down that teacup, his legs shifted ever so slightly out off her reach. Dorian working hurriedly to return his features to that ready look of neutrality. Maybe....it had been a mistake? Yes, perhaps she had accidentally brushed his leg.

"I...the gardens...yes....I do have something of a talent for plants. I quite enjoy gardening really, perhaps you'd like to see them? But not by ourselves!"

How he very near shouted those final words. Dorian quite assured he felt Sebastian's gaze upon him in that moment. The Fae King content to offer his lover that reassuring simper before reaching for his own cupcake as if the distraction of eating might, somehow, prevent that woman so finding his leg again. It would be nothing short of the height of impropriety to call out her behaviour after all, especially if it had been nothing short of accidental. Dorian working to quickly regain that composure once more even despite the notion he still felt near uncomfortably warm. The Fae King so gesturing to Charles then.

"Charles, would you fetch the book I put aside for Brennan, please? Thank you. I do hope it will be of some use to you Brennan, I fear I don't know near enough about such things to know for sure. There might be others in city who know more."

His gaze shifted from Brennan then and toward Serafina once more, the woman afforded a curious glance. Dorian so working to attempt to keep his legs from her reach once more. The man so hoping a discussion of that book might, somehow, capture the woman's attention away from him before she managed to fluster him any further!