It was with an almost flawless ease that Dorian found himself so easily engaging his companion within the very sort of conversation that, once, would have dictated most of the days of his life both within the Court of his family and indeed even within the confines of his own quarters with his friends. It had been several hundred years perhaps since any such conversation had been held with true meaning behind it, after all, a King confined to his castle is hardly an eligible bachelor in any sense of the word. More so, the death of his Father, Mother and older siblings had removed any true pressure upon Dorian to do entirely as his family desired of him in this regard. He hardly needed to get married any longer, or at least, not with any great sense of urgency. One day, he supposed, it might still be required of him and yet with the very world so newly at his disposal the idea of marrying a woman seemed positively dull. It had merely been fortunate, truly, that his Father had died when he had and so ended any further plans for his own betrothal. Ferdinand had been fast running out of patience with him in that regard. He would surely have ended up wed to some lesser daughter of the lower houses whom sought favour with his Father. Even now, all these years later, the very thought seemed to bring a slight scowl to his features before Sebastian's soft admittance seemed to draw his attention. Dorian had, in truth, failed at all to consider any thoughts on whom Sebastian may have once been committed to. The vampire was most assuredly not married now, his hands lacking any ring- a fact Dorian new with certainty and yet it was not at all surprising, truly, to learn that his companion had once taken a wife. Although as to her fate the Fae hardly knew. Childbirth perhaps, for such was the leading cause of death amongst women. Else maybe, Sebastian had simply outlived her. His companion offered little more and as such Dorian saw no need to press for it.

"Marriage was very much the done thing. I am not so sure anymore. The woman I live with has a suitor though I have not met him. Yet she carries on with him, I think, entirely without planning to marry him. She visits him in the evening sometimes- and she does not come home till the morning."

This, at least within Dorian's time, was an utter scandal in every sense of the word. It was unheard of to carry on with a man after dark, especially without a chaperone. Staying at a suitor's home overnight was so desperately inappropriate a woman could well ruin her reputation and that of her family with such an action. Such things, of course, had always occurred in some sense of the word- yet they were carried out with the greatest of secrecy. Even Dorian himself had entertained more than one virgin in his time, else those promised to another and yet such things were truly behind closed doors. The rules too, had always been a little different for men. Men got away with far more and a reputation far less tarnished regardless of their actions in many cases. This modern world though- seemed to hold a vastly different set of rules. It is this acknowledgement perhaps, of a world he still fails to understand that sees him offer his own guarded admittance to the man beside him. Before Sebastian's voicing of a need for care so seems to distract his thoughts from his roommate's decidedly scandalous lifestyle, a soft simper touching his lips in response- head turned briefly atop the grass and to his lover once more.

"I am learning to be these things again- slowly."

He had been careful, once, wariness the very thing that saw most survive within the world of political intrigue that surely even Sebastian knew all-too well. So many years within his own palace though had perhaps afforded the man a complacency of sorts, one that failed to serve him well in the modern times. To be without his advisors, without those whom were often content to point out threats to him was an entirely new adjustment and yet- Dorian had hardly been fool enough to trust even them so entirely then. It is surely better to learn of this world upon his own merit. He would, as Sebastian said, merely have to remember to be cautious of those within it. It is easy then, to adjust his own position, some part of him still desiring a further closeness with the vampire. Dorian content to rest his head upon his lover's chest, the man not at all opposed to the fingers that find his hair to toy so easily with it. Content in even this subtle, gentle touch that so seems to further sooth his desire to be near this man. That he is to be denied this knowledge of an aquarium however, sees the silver of his gaze find Sebastian's own once more. For a being as curious as himself- this notion of next time is positively torturous and yet perhaps, no more than he surely deserves for the times he has left Sebastian with much the same.

"I shall say it again, you are wretched some times. Though I suppose no less then I. Touché."

The softest of chuckles hums within his chest, Dorian assured he would get no more knowledge about this 'Aquarium' from the man no matter how much he should ask. His attention turned instead to the skies above, noting for perhaps the first time that these were not the heavens he remembered. Sebastian's assurance that the stars changed with the season momentarily sees both eyes of the ancient Fae rise in disbelief at such a notion though he makes no move to question it directly. Instead, he allows his gaze to follow the mans pointed finger, his eyes at last falling upon the North Star pointed out to him as a grin finds his features now.

"Oui, excellente!"

His recognition of this star is evidently clear, even if the others that surround it hold little familiarity. Those distinctly French lyrics falling with clear delight from his lips before the softest of frowns exists there momentarily.

"We are pleased to see one star has not abandoned us. Although, I am curious, Mon Cher, you refer to Polaris as 'she', when is it so the stars became women?"

There is a distinct tease to his words, a soft chortle of amusement resounding from within him once more, hardly anticipating a true answer to such a question. The night, as it so often did, was beginning to grow later and later. Dorian having become, of late, so entirely aware of just how short the nights seemed to be. The man distinctly assured daylight took up a far longer portion then was fair and yet in this he is powerless to do very much at all. The Fae continuing to rest against his companion, quite content to savour this moment for as long as it could last. How truly he had come to dread the inevitable end they always found in the eternally approaching dawn. Dorian lingering longer and longer each time in his company.

"Tell me then of these other stars, if you know them and then I shall leave you to what remains of your evening."

Dorian Aragona