It is the vampires words entirely that Dorian so finds himself mulling over within those few moments in which it takes the man to find for himself an ironed shirt and a manner in which to arrange his hair into something deemed far more presentable then the tousled tangle it had been but moments ago. There was something so truly endearing about the words Sebastian had offered, a softly spoken promise to return for as long as Dorian desired it and indeed the Fae berates himself inwardly for perhaps not finding a manner more meaningful in which to have answered the man. Yet, with such a promise came to a truly distinct hope that the vampire had meant it, even if perhaps he hardly understood what he promised in that regard. Dorian is assured, after all, that given the opportunity he should hardly let his companion go at all. These weeks in which he had been away having done little other then make the fae so blatantly aware of emotions he had so attempted to quell before if only because it was surely better that they were not allowed to surface. He had been raised in a world in which emotion- especially those finer, more delicate emotions, were concealed, reserved, discouraged in so many ways and as such the man struggles, to an extent- to find that balance between what is surely acceptable and what is not. How truly pathetic it surely was, that the very care he so wished to admit aloud to his companion may yet be the very thing that drove him away. The irony of it was hardly lost upon the King. Dorian so truly afraid to risk what it was they had now with an admittance of feelings that may not be returned.

The Fairy King descended the stairs, the silver of his gaze lingering briefly upon Sebastian as he perused Dorian's own artworks, the man sure to find perhaps several that were familiar to him. Most of the drawings displayed Dorian's own country, Naples, the land as Dorian remembered it to be and yet several sketches detailed the very glass gardens Sebastian had shown him. Another, far larger and more detailed drawing a veritable map of the night sky- Dorian having so committed those constellations to memory as he had so many of their other excursions. The Fae hardly minded the vampire's examination of them, even if he remained assured they were merely an attempt by Samantha to draw him out of the dejected state his companion's absence had so resulted in. There is a certain effortlessness with which the Fae finds himself beside his lover once more, moving to stride beside him as they make their way downstairs. Dorian's early thoughts perhaps so resulting in the question upon his lips. The man truly curious as to where it was his companion had gone in all this time. The answer one he had surely failed to anticipate as a momentary frown taints those eternally-youthful features. Austria is a country well outside his knowledge, one that the man had failed to have ever heard off despite Sebastian's assurance it was hardly far from his own. What is perhaps more perplexing however, is exactly how the vampire had travelled this far in such a short period of time! To sail so far would take weeks, months even, yet somehow it had been achieved in little more than sixteen days. It is very near astonishing to him.

"In this- Austria, you had business?"

It is unbecoming, surely, to allow such curiosity to take hold and yet his words remain polite all the same, merely inquiring truly as to why the man had so felt the need to travel so very far and in a manner decidedly impromptu all at once. Dorian wondering, indeed, what might have so inspired his lover to leave him for even this period of time before his gaze settles abruptly upon the black town car before him. He has ridden within such a machine only once before. An experience he had hardly enjoyed- the Fae halted upon the sidewalk, eyeing the opened door with an evident sense of caution. Nervousness, it would seem, is inclined to return Dorian to a certain level of formality. Sebastian surely aware of that increased tempo of his heart.

"We have only been in these machines once before."

An experience he had no desire to relive. Nadya's driving perhaps questionable. Yet- once, Sebastian had promised so entirely he would hardly allow any harm to befall him, a promise Dorian had assured the man he believed. If the vampire held confidence in this machine then he was inclined to at least afford it something of a chance- Dorian gingerly sliding into the car after but a moment's hesitation before settling himself within the seat. Sebastian's presence beside him but a moment later surely works to appease much of his concern, even as the engine hums to life and the car pulls away from the kerb. It is only after several more moments in which Dorian becomes assured the car is, in no true way, a threat to his continued existence that a soft smile of sorts at last finds its way to his lips in satisfaction. This method of travel surprisingly convenient, even if Dorian hardly understood how Sebastian's servant controlled the creature from his seat within the front. Indeed Sebastian's servant, for tonight at least, is afforded very little attention. Servants, after all, Dorian is decidedly used to.

"Bastien."

It is a soft utterance within the dark of the car. Dorian paused a moment to assure he held the entirety of his companions attention, his own features frowning slightly in an evident consideration of the words that lingered behind his lips. A nervousness of sorts having found it's way into his chest once more and yet he had committed so entirely to offering the words all the same- the man working to assure his voice held no hint of that insecurity that so plagued him in this.

"Do you intend, soon, to go back to this- Austria?"

That Sebastian might well need to go back for several weeks had not failed to occur to the man, the notion of him leaving again distinctly displeasing and yet Dorian is determined to at least be aware of it in this instance. After all, to know when his companion intended to leave and when he intended to return was vastly preferable to wondering each night if the vampire might ever return at all.

"I believe that which you promised inside, that you will come back but, truly, I..... find that I.....do not want you to leave again at all. It is as I said, Mon Cher, I missed you. Very much."

It is perhaps the truest admittance Dorian has yet made in regards to the feelings that so plagued him, allowing himself such vulnerability of emotion a truly rare thing and yet Dorian can hardly deny himself the truth of it any longer, his gaze finding Sebastian's own once more. Searching for any hint as to how such words might be received. He did not want Sebastian to leave him again and indeed- was it truly so terrible that Sebastian should know that he, in turn, was still very much wanted? His momentary vulnerability in this however, does not prevent that simper touching his lips once more.

"I think, I must admit, I am very partial to your company."

Dorian Aragona