He truly strange it was that a woman seemed so willing to discuss with him the very nature of her relationship with the male suitor he knew she kept and was yet to meet. Within his own time such conversations were had only with other women and indeed, with truly close friends or family. Within this same manner, young men often kept the tales of their evenings to be shared, to some degree, over a drink within the evening and behind closed doors with other men alone. That Samantha was so willing to detail to him these shared moments, or lack thereof, between herself and her suitor was of distinct curiosity to the man and yet he finds himself truly inquisitive of it all the same. The notion that her man would decline to dance with her, else somehow fail to understand her intentions sees the softest of simpers trace his own lips, a chuckle of sorts rising softly within his throat. Ah, but how little Samantha truly knew of the way of men! It is his own turn now, to shake his head, eyes rolling in a manner almost teasing and one rarely seen upon the often entirely proper man. Today however, Dorian has found himself within a decidedly good mood.

"I assure you, Samantha, if he is a man in the traditional sense then he can be coaxed into do anything you desire. If you need be a little clearer with your intentions then there are ways. As for his being shy, they are often the most surprising. Though maybe you need make him work a little harder for what he wants."

One eye lifts upward, that good natured tease within his tone still entirely clear before the conversation seems to return to Dorian's own companion. For a moment the Fae King allows his features to frown in consideration of her question. In truth he hardly knew if Sebastian cared to dance and yet from what he knew of the vampire he suspected him to be entirely capable in that regard. After all, most true gentleman were. Perhaps, in time, he might seek to discover just how capable the man was in this department- the thought of it lingering with no small sense of pleasure within his mind before he affords Samantha an answer.

"In truth I can hardly say. I imagine he does."

The soft sigh from the Queen leaning upon the couch beside him sees his thoughts return to her in full, pulling them softly away from his own lingering imagination. Both eyes widen momentarily at her admittance that she had, herself, been bitten by a vampire after first arriving within this city. Her encounter, it would seem, perhaps somewhat less consensual then his own although this notion that the bite itself had been almost pleasurable sees Dorian's own gaze narrow ever so slightly in a moment of....consideration. Sebastian himself had assured him that the bites of most vampires were hardly a pleasant thing, his alone seeming to have this effect and yet, too, the vampire had spoken of the talents of other vampires in merely preventing the bite from hurting and indeed in this fashion it might well feel almost pleasant. Dorian content to brush aside any lingering concern as to which vampire exactly may well have been involved in this 'less then pleasant' circumstances Samantha mentioned. As to what exactly had occurred Dorian hardly seeks to ask nor press the woman for information upon it, his head simply nodding in response to her words before a simper finds its way to his lips once more.

"I am happy- as I have not been in a very long time. Thank you. Perhaps, in time, you might let me meet this suitor of yours that so seems to make you happy- even if you're not getting married like you should."

He can hardly help the manner in which he adds this final comment, amusement evident within his gaze before he turns his attention to their lessons once more, asking the woman as to which activity she would prefer, the Fae hardly surprised at her choice and yet he had displeased her today- Dorian content to make up for it here and now. He nods easily to her request, seating himself upon the couch as the woman moves find the food she so sought, Dorian yet to convince her she hardly needed the food any more than he did and yet still Samantha seemed so determined to feed him at any given moment. The Pop Tart handed abruptly to him as she nestled herself beneath a blanket. For a moment Dorian merely turns the foil package over within his hands before tearing it open, nibbling the very end of the Tart before his features turn abruptly into a grimace and he moves to hand the near totally un-eaten food to the woman beside him.

"We do not eat, how you say.....The Pop Tart."

It is, it would seem, yet another meal Dorian is content to abstain from before he settles more fully beside her, attention turned now to the picture box. This mention of the book they had read and the apparent ability of the picture box to play the very same story seeming to delight him. His words however, maintain a decided tease to them all the same. Dorian in a truly pleasant mood this morning- his words good humoured all the same.

"Yes, we should like to see this. As for eating the Pop Tart with manners we are assured a plate is required in the least. We think you may not know what a plate looks like- should we show you?"

Dorian Aragona