His fingers so continue to toy with the gemstone that hung now so neatly about his own neck, fingers caressing that smooth and polished surface before tracing so delicately upon that golden wiring that held it within place. He understands so entirely that such a gift is designed as keepsake of sorts, one to be replaced with the seal of Sebastian's own family when it was they made this journey to the vampire's home within England and yet it is the very notion of what such a stone means that sees the Fae King treasure it so. He had not anticipated to receive such a thing. Yet this token of affection and too the idea that he was so welcome within the vampires own home were meaningful to him. The kiss with which he graces his companion is far more fleeting then he should truly desire it to be and yet it affords Sebastian with all the sweetness Dorian surely finds within the gifts he has so been presented with this evening. The giving of a Crest, or even that which represents a Crest for now, was a matter of significance. Dorian half inclined to wonder, if only for a moment, how many others Sebastian may have ever afforded such a thing before he moves to dismiss the thought. It surely hardly mattered here and now, the Fae unable to keep that simper of pleasure from his lips nor the acknowledgement that this gift was by far his most favoured as he leans back within his seat.

He finds his thoughts, in that moment, returning to the vampires earlier words. The idea that Sebastian may well be willing to provide him with seconds, thirds or even hundredths. Sebastian's words had been teasing he is sure and yet the Fae finds he cannot but help to dwell upon the possibility of it all the same. Hundredths, after all, were well within their capabilities to achieve. Their lives were veritably endless- such is the notion of immortality, that gift of time providing them with a limitless opportunity to so fulfil any number of desires they might well dream up and indeed in this thought Dorian finds himself almost contended. It was an impossibility, surely, no more than a whimsical daydream that he might keep Sebastian so wholly to himself for so long and yet still how such thoughts so please him to imagine. Where once the idea of any sort of commitment to one singular being had seemed almost abhorrent to him, the very idea of any extended time within Sebastian's presence brought him nothing but delight at the mere thought of it. The days between their weekly meetings near unbearable to him on occasion if only for his desire to be with the man again. How his siblings would have teased him could they see him now or hear the thoughts that turned within his mind! Oh how things had changed! He had merely waited nearly six hundred years to meet the one whom would change them. How he would treasure such a pendent as this- far more then Sebastian knew.

It is Dorian's curiosity that once more seems to distract his own thoughts, the Fae realising for perhaps the first time that they seemed to lack any food at all, the modern way of doing even this so seemingly outside his understanding. The flick of Sebastian's wrist is hardly unnoticed, Dorian's silver gaze moving to watch the servants as they hurried away before Sebastian's voice so drew his attention back to the man. The notion of this Beef Wellington sees no small measure of inquisitiveness return to the King's gaze. This a meal he has never yet heard of, food, after all, had failed to intrigue him over centuries gone by and yet it would seem the outside world had retained its fascination- developing any manner of dishes he was yet to try. Sebastian's description of such a thing very near resulting in Dorian feeling almost inclined to eat- a decidedly rare feeling for a being whom had near forgotten what it was to feel hungry at all. How curious it was, that Sebastian so seemed to remind him how it felt to be alive.

"I am curious to see it then, you seem most taken with this food."

He chuckles softly at the notion, Sebastian's excitement hardly unnoticed, Dorian content to find the man's delight in something such as this near endearing. The vampire's evident excitement so seeming to please him in turn before the food is placed before them, several other side dishes following before the servants so disappear once more. For several moments still Dorian is merely given to eye the meal, curious, entirely, of this food he has never seen before he moves to take his cutlery from beside the plate. He pauses still, allowing his silver gaze to linger momentarily longer on Sebastian, waiting for the vampire to so begin his own meal if only to assure himself of just how one might go about eating it. He moves then to repeat the process upon his own, slicing a portion for himself before bringing it to his lips. It is quite unlike anything he has tasted before! His gaze widens slightly at the sheer newness of such an experience- before that all-too telling grin so spreads across his features.

"This, we think, we like more than the fish and potato in the paper."

He reaches for yet another bite and another before his attention turns for the first time to the glass of red wine, lifting this in turn to his lips before offering a small sound of surprise as the taste of the liquid finds him with far more potency then he had anticipated.

"Wine is stronger then I recall it being, though this Mon Cher, I think is a dangerous thing. I think perhaps I might be inclined to like it far too much- it is far better than I remember it. It too- goes well with this."

He chuckles softly at his own words, assured entirely that while the taste is wholly pleasing to him that it is just as he has suggested- far more potent then the wine of several centuries ago. Dorian having little intent of requiring Sebastian to carry him home at the end of the evening. The manner in which the wine pairs so well with the meal however, does not go unnoticed. Even after several centuries without food he is still assured of the pairing of flavours. The King returns readily to his dinner once more, gaze flickered every now and then to the tumbling waterfall below before returning to Sebastian.

"Bastien, this Aquarium we are going to. Does it have water?"

He had not, in the time his lover had been away, sought to discover just what such a place was. Much of his thoughts after all had been so otherwise occupied by the lack of the man himself. His curiosity now ignited once more, seeking perhaps to get the better of him as it often did. Dorian intrigued to see if he might persuade his companion to offer him more information on just what such a place might be.

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