The very notion of travelling with his companion was a decidedly pleasing one for the King, the smile that lingered upon his features at Sebastian's agreement to see to arrangements for the both of them surely some indication of that. The idea of travel in any sense was an almost exciting thing, Dorian having failed to travel anywhere for well over several centuries. His decidedly impromptu arrival in this city the furthest the man had ever been from the kingdom he ruled and yet for all his willingness to see these places he never had before it is, perhaps, the very idea of who he was travelling with that was equally as appealing to him. He found favour in Sebastian's company, far more, he knew, then was entirely permissible. Indeed the very idea of travelling with a lover would have been almost akin to elopement within his own Courts and indeed a veritable scandal the sort of which Italy had undoubtedly never seen and yet- for all the incorrectness of such a thing, Dorian takes within it far too much pleasure to seek to deny himself for the sake of appropriateness. Ah, how he was beginning to change, in even these subtle ways, the longer and longer he spent outside of Court and away from the air of expectation that was so often settled upon him. It was foolish perhaps, how very relaxed he was beginning to find himself in the man's company. Dorian assured that merely existing within the same space as the vampire would have more than contented him for the evening. Something so simple never before having held so much appeal to him and yet it would seem Sebastian is a veritably endless supply of 'firsts' for the man.

It is the vampires own soft admittance that he perhaps took a greater pleasure then he should within Dorian's company that so seems to return the pair to this delicate interplay of emotion that was, in some sense, unusual for them to hold any discussion off. After all, matters of emotion were never discussed with a lover. A fling between lovers was designed to be so entirely free of such things, the very arrangement little more than a mutual desire for pleasure and the company of one with whom it was easy, in every sense, to spend time with. Yet while surely the vampire had begun as this very thing, a fleeting interest for no more then a night, things had somehow changed. In truth Dorian is hardly assured of when or how it had occurred. Sebastian had, simply, become important to him. A desire for what had been so purely physical had shifted so without his notice for a want for the man in his entirety- even without what he could so provide with the barest touch of his fangs. How dangerous it was, to be so enraptured within another and yet by that same admittance, how glorious all at once! How curious too, that even words so simple as those with which he was offered so seemed please him.

His own words are chosen with a distinct care of sorts, such admittances from himself the sort of which he never had truly made before, not to any. Dorian willing in this moment to afford his companion with some knowledge of his own lingering desires, that if the sun was not inclined to rise then he would hardly be inclined to leave. The silver of his gaze finds his companions own once more, the idea that he may not be required to leave as custom surely dictated seeing a momentary surprise appear somewhere within the depths of his gaze, his features falling into the softest of frowns at this consideration- before the vampires assurance that such a thing should be undoubtedly dull seems to stir from within him a chortle of sorts. Sebastian's words in this moment, seemingly, holding something of a momentary amusement for him. Did the vampire truly not know what it was he did in the days that so followed their nights together? Perhaps it had not occurred to Sebastian to consider that nights spent so very awake so generally required Dorian to spend the very next day almost entirely asleep. This notion that he might find Sebastian's own desire to sleep, when he too intended much the same, to be dull, seeming to tease that soft simper into place once more. His words, this time, holding no small measure of affection.

"Ah, Mon Cheri, perhaps tonight then I will not leave you and I will show to you an idea of a different sort."

There is a promise all his own within such words. Dorian assured perhaps, that their might be some pleasure yet to be had, a pleasure of an entirely different sort, one that most assuredly defied all the rules of the notion of lovers- by simply sleeping beside his companion. Sharing a bed in a fashion they never truly have. Yet for now at least, Dorian is content to fixate his attention upon that which he is presented with. The gold-coloured phone within his own hands turned over several times before Sebastian indicates the button upon the side, Dorian allowing his finger to press it- only to have the screen blossom into life. This small function alone seeing his eyes widen at the light that so floods the small space they shared. The matching black phone that Sebastian so pulled from his own pocket readily seeks to draw the Fae King's attention once more, the utter awe upon his features surely clear at the notion that Sebastian too seemed to possess such a device before he is instructed to tap his own.

"Tap it? With my finger? Oh- it obeys commands."

This notion of 'touch screen' is so far beyond any previous notion of the Fae that he is simply left astound by the 'tap command' he so seems to inflict upon it, the sudden appearance of Sebastian's name on his screen only further seeming to increase his astonishment in this device.

"How is it assured of your name? It is not alive is it?"

It is with no small measure of inquisitiveness that the Fae watches the deftness with which Sebastian so seems to command the letters upon the screen, forming them easily into a single word before commanding that the letter send. The typed letter disappears from his own screen but a moment later, Dorian's gaze moved instantly to Sebastian's own phone as it is held upward, the letter suddenly seeming to have appeared upon as Dorian's gaze flickers from one phone to the next.

"It is a letter sender!"

One that required no servants or stamps in any fashion, Dorian's features forming the most glorious of grins at this realisation of such a marvellous device, the man moving to repeat the steps Sebastian had explained to him only moments before- features furrowed now as his fingers moved with an almost meticulous care to do just as he had been shown and send the man a second letter by way of practice. His features the very picture of delight as it appears upon Sebastian's own screen. For all his age Dorian is nothing if not an astute learner, the King remarkably capable of acquiring new skills even if the technology itself is still something of a mystery to him.

"This is a most marvellous gift! So I might send to you letters whenever I should desire it and they shall always find you?"

His excitement in this is surely palpable and yet for several moments at least his features seem to soften, the phone held gingerly within his hands before he leans abruptly towards his lover now, his free hand lifted to ever-so gently turns Sebastian's face towards him- pressing his lips so firmly to the man's own in appreciation of this most excellent of gifts.

Dorian Aragona