"Merci."

He responds easily, reaching out to take the offered flower from his companion, curling his fingers almost tenderly around that single long stem- affording the gift several moments of his attention before shifting to allow the vampire inside. It is unfortunate, truly, they were not at his palace within Naples. There would have been a great much to show Sebastian there and indeed Dorian would have relished in it- utterly so. How he would have loved to show the man his real home- the hallways painted in frescos and adorned in gold, the gilded staircases and marble ballrooms, let alone the vast expanse of his personal quarters. His bedroom back within his native Italy very near the size of this entire apartment. It had been his veritable prison for years ad yet he missed it still- in the same way anyone surely misses that which is familiar to them. Sebastian, in his own way, perhaps providing some sense of familiarity to the man, even if only in the way the vampire seemed revive the ways of a world long since forgotten. A world Dorian is not fully yet ready to relinquish. His companion's words see the King nod once more, the faintest of frowns touching his features.

"Indeed. It became more complicated and yet blander all at once. People seem to hate color."

If Samantha's apartment was anything by which to judge then the modern style was something significantly less lavish then even Sebastian's room had been. The world seemingly filled with a variety of objects that had no actual use or else the majority of finishing's seemed to be hard and straight edged with precious little of the deep mahogany and red that had so adorned most of the palaces Dorian had ever been within. By that same token, nothing seemed to be made out of stone any longer. Evidently modern people did not fear attack at any given moment and as such saw no need to actually fortify their walls. His momentary displeasure with the nature of modern furnishings however is short lived, his attention returning in full to that which he has been denied far too long by his own standards- gaze lingering upon the man beside him. He gestures easily towards the staircase, the man far more inclined to focus his attentions on rooms that hold far more promise, the softest of chuckles parting his lips at Sebastian's words. Dorian entirely aware that it was hardly the building the vampire held any interest in.

"Come then, let me show you."

He rises easily from his momentarily lounging position, gaze steadfast upon his companion, assuring the vampire followed before Dorian moved to easily ascend the staircase. Samantha's bedroom is entirely ignored, Dorian simply having closed the door, along with that of the bathroom- neither room at all of any interest to the man- content to lead Sebastian to his own neatly ordered bedroom. It was, he feared, once more, not entirely as he would have liked it. Samantha had, however, relented to at least allowing the Fae to have it painted as he saw fit. Dorian quite content in the chocolate, tarnished gold and white theme that existed throughout- from the dark mahogany furniture to the thick rugs and large, plush bed. Luxury- in any form Dorian can achieve it- has managed to work its way into his bedroom. The room afforded only one small window at the far end that the Fae had already drawn the thick curtains well over. He moves to shut the door smoothly behind them, carefully placing the carnation upon the dresser beside his bed before his gaze lifts easily to the indigo of Sebastian's own once more.

"I would like to suggest one thing perhaps."

His head nods ever so briefly towards the door, the grin upon his features now very near roughish yet no less glorious beneath the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

"For tonight, I think, protocol is best left outside this room. I am...freeing you from it entirely. If you have no objection."

The notion of what and who he was had a habit of distracting his lovers on occasion. He hardly desires for Sebastian to call him 'you grace' or any such things, let alone to afflict his mind with any worry of appropriateness, not tonight, not here. He steps easily away from the dresser now, a single stride bringing him behind the vampire, fingers tracing along the cool flesh of the back of the man's arm in a feather light caress. His lips press softly against the side of the man's neck, trailing downward and along what little skin is exposed off his shoulder before the vampires shirt prevents him going any further. He exhales softly- lips lifting now though he remains behind the vampire all the same. Ah, how he enjoys even this subtle taste!

"I mean to keep my word though, I have not forgotten what I promised you, Bastien. My blood is yours to take, whenever you are ready to start."

When was the last time Sebastian had been 'alive' to enjoy the sensations Dorian is content to lavish upon him? Dorian entirely unconcerned with offering him such a thing. The words are little more than a whisper, a thicker tone within them, Dorian finding himself entirely afflicted with his own need. His lips return easily to Sebastian neck, just below his ear now. How he adored this man- in every sense of the word.

Dorian Aragona