It never ceased to amaze him, truly, how much blood so became his companion. It seemed to take barely moments and yet within those few seconds in which it took the vampire to so coax the blood from his own veins Sebastian's very being seemed to change. Indeed he seemed to blossom with life in a way Dorian found almost endearing, made all the more pleasurable too him perhaps, by the sheer knowledge that it was his blood that so seemed to afford his companion such life. He adored the man even without it, of course. Sebastian decidedly irresistible even without that bright blue hue too his gaze and yet the Fae can hardly deny the pleasure he takes from seeing his companion return to warmth and life- even if only for the night. Surely it felt...better? The properties of blood however, hold truly little sway within his thoughts here and now, his own wants perhaps far simpler in their design as he allows himself to indulge within those sexually induced feelings that seem to linger like the venom within his blood and demand from him a continued closeness with his lover.

A small part of him almost anticipates the vampire's refusal of his request. Assured that Sebastian might, now, seek to return at least some distance between them as he perhaps surely should and yet he can hardly deny the pleasure it brings him to hear those gently uttered words. It is fortunate, he thinks, that Sebastian cannot see his features nor that lingering look of...adoration perhaps, that exists there in the moments the vampire settles back against him. There is something intimate in this. Romantic almost- that makes his very heart ache within his chest in a feeling so very foreign to Dorian and yet so entirely blissful all at once. So much so he is both terrified and awed at the intensity of it all the same. How long did he truly hope to keep up this charade that Sebastian was merely just for fun?

He can hardly prevent the simper that adorns his features as the vampires hand moves to find his own beneath the surface of the water, Dorian all-too willingly allowing his fingers to interlace with his companions own. His own form relaxes back against the side of the bath now with the assurance Sebastian had no desire to move away from him just yet. Allowing Dorian to linger a little longer still in the aftermath of a truly glorious beginning to their evening. He finds himself tired, his breathing uneven still as he attempts to steady it and yet truly the Fae King finds himself perhaps more satisfied then he had ever truly been in the wake of such things. It had taken him near six hundred years to find any whom he desired to join with in such a fashion as he had done tonight and indeed Dorian hardly regrets it. His only regret of tonight, surely, will be that he is inevitably destined to retire to his own bed alone once more. His gaze is drawn readily downward, meeting the blue of Sebastian's own as the man's head inclines upward against his chest- a soft snort of amusement pulled from within him at the teasing words with which he is presented. Ah, but it would seem the vampire had not forgotten their game.

"We have decided we like the English- they are very convincing when they try."

He responds easily, his words decidedly true even despite the tease so evident within them. There was, to Dorians mind, very little which was dislikeable about Sebastian in any sense. Indeed the only Englishmen he had ever truly disliked had not been a man at all. The rather impolite English girl he had met upon the street several weeks ago remaining within the forefront of his mind as one of the most thoroughly dislikeable people he had ever met. Tonight however, he sees little need to sully their conversation with any mention of such distasteful beings. His thoughts are interrupted by Sebastian's voice once more, Dorian hardly having forgotten his own words from their last evening. In truth the man often found himself recounting many of their conversations if only for the pleasure it brought him when he found himself so inevitably alone at the end of them.

"I thought we might go South tonight and towards the park- unless you object. There is something there I too wish to see."

His plans for their evening would surely fail to instil any true thrill or awe within his companion, Sebastian surely having seen all such things before and yet once more Dorian finds himself wholly selfish in his wants when it comes to this man, inclined to merely have Sebastian with him if only for the fact he so delights in the mans company. The Fae King once more finds himself content to merely allow the comfortable silence to embrace them, the water still thoroughly warm- his companion equally so- the soft glow of the candles affording the entire room an atmosphere he was loathe to lose with his hand still firmly in the grasp of his lover. A sigh is, reluctantly, forced from within him at last- Dorian moving to shift ever so slightly- allowing his chin to rest lightly atop Sebastian's head, his companion still held against his chest and within his lap.

"To do these things though, I fear, we must get out of the bath."

Yet another thing Dorian found himself loath to do. Though indeed he was assured such a thing would, ultimately, be necessary eventually. The man's silvery gaze drifting briefly to the pilled clothing upon the tiled floor. His words are laced with the softest of humour- his unwillingness to be removed from this all-too perfect of moments surely clear even though he did desire to continue their evening all the same.

"We need also to get dressed- another taxing task. You must show me though what it is you wear that affords you this...scent you have each time we meet. I find I like it."

Cologne, after all, was an entirely new idea to the Fairy King. One that had not existed in his own time and indeed how Sebastian managed to achieve this was of evident curiosity. Dorian not unwilling to admit he found even something so subtle as this decidedly pleasing.

Dorian Aragona