He is afforded the faintest of teases once more within those striking English lyrics, Dorian allowing a chuckle to rise within his throat at the man's response to his notion that the English were certainly a satisfying people when they chose to be so. Sebastian himself was perhaps the most satisfying man Dorian had ever had and yet for now at least he finds himself inclined to keep such thoughts to himself. To make any such admissions of adoration out loud, well, Dorian had simply never before done such a thing. Though perhaps by those same ideals the Fae had never before found himself so utterly absorbed in another being. All the centuries of his existence had been spent finding ways to pass the never ending span of his life. Filling both his days and nights with one meaningless pleasure after another, assuring each of them in some fashion that he would surely remember them and that they were surely important in some sense of the word. Very few ever seemed to notice how carefully he placed his words or the lack of any true commitment laced within them. He never afforded them a 'next time', for what use would that bring? Most were...passable beneath the sheets, rarely were the ever worth seeking out a second time and never had he visited another on three occasions. Not until Sebastian. He has enjoyed this game for centuries and yet here and now it would seem, somehow, the game was changing- and he is no longer at all sure that he knows the rules. These emotions that seem to rise at the mere thought of this man- these are so entirely new.

The subtle nod of the vampires head in response to his mention of the park saw a soft simper touch his features once more, content in these plans for the evening even if they would surely require him to extricate himself from the heated water at some point. Dorian holding little true desire to do such a thing as he continued to merely recline against the side of the tub, his breathing beginning to settle now into something far steadier. He had not, he is sure, been this entirely relaxed since he had so unknowingly arrived within this city. Why Samantha continued to argue a shower was nearly as satisfying as this the King hardly knew. Although, he supposed, much of his satisfaction for this evening had only little to do with the bath and far more with the man whom shared it with him. His companion shifting against him sees his own head incline slightly downward, dismissing the thoughts within his own mind as the vampires hand lifted upward to brush against his cheek in a manner that so teased a smile from the man all the same. Sebastian's request a decidedly unusual one, at least to Dorian's understanding, the vampire offered an almost quizzical look of sorts.

"Eat? Whatever for?"

He has perhaps, missed entirely the purpose behind Sebastian's wholly logical request and yet Dorian had ceased to eat with any regularity over four hundred years ago. After all, after the deaths of his immediate, mortal family there had simply been no need. He could hardly faint from hunger, even despite Sebastian's apparent fear. Hunger, he found, easily faded- along with the habit of eating itself and yet the notion that food, after such activities, may well be good for him had certainly never found its way into the confines of his mind. His knowledge of these more complex understandings of the body were, decidedly, still very much that of the century of his birth. The softest of chuckles rising to his lips once more before Sebastian's own pressed against his jawline.

"If it should please you though, then I will eat something."

That he had, surely, allowed himself to be coerced into something by Sebastian's touch alone was hardly unnoticed and yet Dorian hardly found himself concerned with the request enough to query it further. It was, in truth, a request that was easily filled and as such the man allows his mind to linger upon other things. The Fae King unable to prevent the softest roll of his eyes, a gesture laced with affection, truly, at the notion it so seemed Sebastian had forgotten his request from their very first night together. The correct title of 'your grace' hardly needed when one was not wearing pants and yet Dorian hardly moves to correct him, merely rising to follow the man from the bath. The towel offered to him is hardly unappreciated, Dorian more than content to allow his companion to wrap him within it- the warmth of the cotton decidedly surprising and yet thoroughly pleasing all the same.

"Thank you."

His lips press easily to Sebastian's cheek by way of response before Dorian sets about the task of actually drying himself, running the heated red towel across his skin before attempting to dry his hair enough that he might be capable of returning it to order. His blonde-tainted locks decidedly askew. His boxers and jeans are fetched easily from the tiled floor and slid back into place upon his toned, slender figure. His shirt too is slid effortlessly back across his shoulders, though not yet buttoned up, leaving the towel hanging from his neck as he makes his way back into the vampires bedroom. The slate-hue of his gaze widens readily at the sight of Sebastian's own wardrobe, the vampires collection of clothing far more expansive then his own. The Fae wanders forward to stand beside his companion, gaze lingering with evident awe upon the sheer variety of clothing the man possesses.

"This is impressive."

He offers softly, a simper tracing his lips in appreciation. His own wardrobe within his castle no less so and yet here within this city his options were decidedly more limited and his wardrobe far smaller. Ah, but he did miss such fine things on occasion! His form shifts easily to the side, leaving Sebastian space to get himself dressed, Dorian instead far more content to use the mirror nearby in an effort to attempt to actually fix his hair. The man so unaware perhaps, as to just how effortlessly he had begun to simply exist within the same space as his companion, Dorian becoming all the more comfortable in his presence.

"Bastien, where is it in England you are from?"

His fingers work to finish buttoning his own shirt now, silvery gaze resting upon the man with inquisitiveness once more- Dorian assured he is ready to go once Sebastian is. It is a sudden question perhaps and yet Dorian finds himself suddenly curious of his lover in more ways than one, the Fae, of late, having found himself interested in knowing Sebastian as he had not desired to any previous being. After all, until this man he had simply not cared for who his lovers were or what they did. They were of interest for one night alone and yet, Dorian has merely come to accept his interest in Sebastian is hardly fleeting, nor any merely passing fancy- not anymore. His thoughts too, were given to consider exactly how he might come by food tonight. The things we do for love.

Dorian Aragona