Of all he had anticipated from the woman, the manner in which she crossed the floor to throw her arms around him had not been one of them. For several seconds he simply grows still within her embrace, unsure as to how to respond to it. Given his state of undress and their decidedly platonic relationship her proximity to him, let alone the gesture itself, was assuredly inappropriate. Yet, for now at least, he cannot bring himself to push the woman away, merely allowing his own arms to encircle her briefly in a chaste, stolen hug he returns out of his fondness for her and the worry that seems to have afflicted her. She alone, in so many years, had taken it upon herself to worry for his well-being. His family was dead- his friends too having long since perished. His staff cared for him as a farmer cares for the livestock on his farm- with a detached sense of duty and yet within Samantha he perceives decidedly more and for that reason alone he affords her a single, soft return of the gesture. He had always been too...gentle, to soft, his Father content to berate him about it constantly and yet Dorian finds himself hardly capable of so callously disregarding her care. After all it is endearing in a sense. Protocol however, sees him pull back from her, detaching himself from her if only because she should now have her hands anywhere upon him. Especially without a shirt.

"It was not my intention to-"

His words hardly progress any further, the woman reaching for his neck, her fingers brushing over the semi-healed puncture wounds against the nape. The remnants of Sebastian's feeding from the evening just past. The mere memory of it stirring a dull ache within the fae he moves quickly to attempt to dismiss it as he reaches to take Samantha's hand away from his neck, clasping it softly in his own. He is, to an extent, used to the flood of speech women so often seemed to be afflicted with when they were worried. His Mother the last women he truly remembered affording him such a torrent over five hundred years ago and yet he simply waits until her attention returns to him- her mouth exhausted of words. Women- he thinks, have changed very little in all these years. As to how to answer her however, well, such matters were outside his knowledge of social decorum. How much or how little was it considered acceptable to speak of? How to explain it to Samantha however, was an entirely different matter.

Intimate affairs were something young boys teased each other over or boasted about while they hunted, something young girls spoke of in secret and with lilting giggles. As people aged they became whispered things, murmured about behind closed doors. Something many knew and yet few ever discussed. Knowledge might be afford to a sister, a brother, a close friend and yet still the entire matter was a rather hushed thing and as such Dorian remains undecided about the correctness of its address. Though of the act itself he remains entirely unabashed. Dorian finding himself frowning slightly in some attempt to select an appropriate manner by which to explain the small wounds upon his neck. Truthfully he had forgotten about them, Sebastian having made some effort to heal them, in the least, they afforded him no bother.

"I did not contemplate you would be distressed by my absence. I am not used to having another worry about my wellbeing- though I...thank you for it."

He allows his fingers to brush atop her hand softly, kindly, an almost affection gesture before he releases his hold upon her, arms folding across his bare chest as he regards her now.

"I allowed it."

He states simply in response to her inquiry about the bite, at least assuring her he had hardly been attacked in some unsavoury fashion.

"I spent last night in the company of another. I slept there. It was.....exceptional."

The soft sigh that precedes the smile upon his lips as he utters the final word is surely some indication that he had done far more than merely join someone for dinner. Had he been aware, truly, of the look upon his features at the memory of the past evening he would surely be rather...displeased at himself. After all, becoming in any sense attached to his conquests was a decidedly terrible idea. Dorian entirely assured it had been only that, the man moving hurriedly to rearrange his features into something more neutral- turning away from Samantha in an effort to hunt for a shirt once more. That, surely, would provide the woman with all she needed to know.