The very idea of, at last, falling asleep beside his companion within the same bed and perhaps, better still, with the vampires arms around him else his form beside his own was a distinctly pleasing notion and one Dorian had perhaps envisioned more times then was surely acceptable. It was something of an oddity to him, truly, to even possess a want for an action so simplistic and so wholly singular in its design. After all Dorian had never truly craved any such lingering closeness with any whom had graced his bed before. He was used to leaving or indeed to waking up alone in turn and within that pattern of behaviour the Fae had become comfortable. After all, the morning after, is it were, often held little of the passion or appeal of the night before. Conversation was awkward and women in particular often seemed inclined to read into his continued presence as some sort indication of true affection or favour. Neither of which the man was entirely apt at giving beyond that singular night. These past few weeks however, leaving his companion had become only more and more difficult, such a want as to simply lay with the man pressing upon him and yet he so well understood the rules of these things. Lovers simply did not stay, else if they did they crept silently from the room come morning as he had done from Sebastian's bed on their first evening together some months ago. Sebastian's recent absence and subsequent return however had so seemed to inflict the Fae with a desire made stronger than before in this regard. The man no longer inclined to bind himself to the notion of what was appropriate in this respect even though some part of him fluttered still with the nervousness Sebastian himself may not approve of such an idea when offered it. Dorian aware, entirely, that he might find himself rejected in this and yet for perhaps the first time in his truly long life the man is daring to gamble and place upon the line those all-too delicate emotions. Yet not just now. Later tonight- his head nodding softly at his companions words.

"Yes- it is very different to my other ideas- but you must wait till the end of tonight to hear it."

He assures softly, unable to prevent that amusement that so readily finds his gaze, knowing well he teases his companion with the very notion of it and yet this is a game Dorian knows far, far too well and one in which he falls so effortlessly into even despite the knowledge that this very idea might hurt him far, far more than the rejection of any previous suggestion may well have done. It is the sudden appearance of the cell phone that so effortlessly seems to return the pair to their usual demeanour. Dorian so utterly and entirely take with the device that for several moments at least all other thoughts cease to exist outside of the lightweight gold-hued machine within his hands. This ability for the phone, as it is called, to remember that which is typed into it is truly beyond the capabilities of his mind to consider and yet he simply accepts with ease that which he is told- hardly seeking to question the vampire upon it here and now. The man simply accepting that for which it is- though indeed this notion that he could inform the phone of more names and in turn, send letters to these chosen individuals is a thoroughly pleasing idea. How such a device could find the beings he selected though remained to be seen, Dorian's naturally inquisitive nature sure to explore every button and function the mere moment he is left alone with it- the King simply incapable of ignoring the temptation of such. Though first he intends to inquire as to why Samantha had never felt the need to inform him of these Letter Senders when it was so he had asked of the postal system, the woman having detailed to him in no simple terms the confusion that is the mail process. Perhaps Samantha did not know of cell phones- Dorian assured he must show it to her when next they are at home together.

"Perhaps I shall tell to it my roommates name, then it shall have two names. There are no others."

It is an entirely frivolous remark, Dorian's fingers continuing to tap at the screen as he had been shown in an effort to replicate the letter, determined he might repeat this process without assistance. The man unaware perhaps, of his admittance in this, that there truly existed no others outside of Samantha and Sebastian himself- at least none whose names he should wish to keep with the idea of sending them letters a grin readily finding his features once more as the phone is turned towards him- his newest letter having found Sebastian just as he was assured it would. This idea of always being able to find the man he so adored seeing that simper only widen, a warmth of sorts stirring within him- one that sees his hand reach upward to so coax his lover closer so he might display entirely how much he enjoys this gift. His lips so eagerly find the man's own with a desperately perfect sense of familiarity that so seemed to return the world to an utter state of rightness in those moments. The taste of Sebastian was as decidedly pleasing as it had always been, Dorian all-too willingly responding to the fingers that entangle within his hair, tilting back his head ever so slightly and allowing the other man to only deepen that kiss. How easy it is, to simply let each stolen kiss chase away any lingering doubt else concern the vampires absence had so afflicted him with earlier. His hand lowers, resting upon Sebastian's knee for barely a moment before it simply begins to slide upwards and along the mans thigh in a fashion so decidedly natural for the Fae- before the sudden clearing of a throat saw the Fae Kings gaze flutter sideways and too- Sebastian's lips pull slowly from his own. Ah, but he had forgotten the servant entirely! That haze of want that had so settled upon him however, is decidedly difficult to dispel, Sebastian linger so desperately close all the same. The words the vampire offered taking several moments to process within his mind.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, of course- but one more."

He leans forward, pressing his lips to the man's own a final time in a short, soft kiss before allowing Sebastian to slide out of the car, Dorian moving to follow but a moment later. His own cell phone is placed within his pocket, doing just as Sebastian had before falling into step with the man once more. The servant woman whom approaches them is afforded a nod of his own head, features frowning softly once more at the manner by which Sebastian was addressed as merely Mr Ellington. Dorian not yet accustomed to this manner of address. For several moments the slate-hued eyes of the Fae simply move to observe the room he has found himself within, a restaurant as decidedly foreign to the man as the cell phone, curiosity etched within each line of his features as he eyes the selection of tables that surround them. His voice little more than a whisper, offered to his companion alone.

"Is this the, how you say, Aquarium?"

Sebastian's promise to show him as such was hardly forgotten, Dorian assured that this might well be the place and yet in truth it appears to the ancient Fae as something of a place for feasting, in a fashion. The tables far too small, he is assured, for any grand feasting event the likes of which he is used too. It is only now however, that his gaze so seems to find the two other presents within Sebastian's grasp- the man eyeing them with inquisitiveness as he allows himself to be led further into this all-too new establishment.

Dorian Aragona