The very idea that a woman might pay for something was entirely baffling to the man! He was hardly given to any notion of sexism or disrespect in such ideas, more so he was simply not from an age or time in which such a thing was commonly understood to be the norm. That she, too, might wish to offer him something in return for a gift was wholly curious. Was not a gift meant merely to be just that, a gift? Something that required nothing in return? Perhaps this was merely the modern way of things, Dorian so considering for several long moments the appropriateness of such a thing before nodding at last. The King hardly seeking to offer her any disrespect, the man readily agreeing to allow her to pay if only to appease her before asking further after this mysterious mate he was yet to meet. It was curious to hear about this other man he had seen only from a distance. Raven's entire demeanour seeming to shift as she spoke of that mate- her features very near seeming to light up in a manner that was almost delightful to see. Was this how he looked when he spoke of Sebastian? How flattering love was upon a woman! How happy she seemed. Dorian assured that nothing of this union could be bad when it was she spoke of him in such a fashion as this. The Monarch holding all his attention upon the woman then, listening to each detail she cared to offer even if much of it confused him. This man seeming so very curious or perhaps....ill in some fashion ad yet he hardly dared query her upon him. Dorian instead allowing that simper to rest upon his features all the same as he so made that effort to understand this manner of Weres and relationships and her lover he so desired to meet on day. Dorian speaking only to utter on that notion of soul mates, his gaze meeting her own as she assured him it was an outdated term- one most did not believe in- Dorian unable to prevent that near knowing simper. His words entirely soft.

"Outdated or otherwise there are soul-mates in the world. This I know truly. Believe me when I say it is so. He is surely yours."

The Monarch afforded her no knowledge of Sebastian's power, of his own consorts ability to see or even create those soulmates- after all, it was not his gift to share or speak off- Dorian content to keep his lovers secrets while reassuring Raven all the same that the world truly did hold those soul-mates. He had seen it for himself. It was that very idea of partners and companionship and to the thoughts of that holiday from which he had returned that prompted the Fae to offer Raven the chance, if she should like, to holiday in one of his many estates in Spain or Italy or any off those glorious islands that surrounded them and which he held dominion. A holiday, it seemed, was entirely difficult for the woman, if not impossible and yet the man presented that offer to her all the same. After all, if the offer was made then perhaps she might find time, the man assured several of those islands were hardly ideal for himself or his own lover with the seer amount of sun they were bathed in and yet why could they not be enjoyed by another? One day, maybe, she would be in a position to take him up upon the offer. Such a thing holding no limit, his head nodded gently at her thanks. Dorian quite assured that, come the right time, he could surely coax her into at least attempting some sort of holiday. They were glorious things after all! If he were allowed he was sure he might never have come back. The Fae assured he could well have lived in England. At least, within this city, they were still relatively unknown. The paparazzi not yet having discovered their location. Dorian grateful, for once, not to have his entire life, and Sebastian's too, splashed about on the front page. His thoughts distracted only by Ravens mention that she and her mate, while not married were indeed mates all the same. How curious a word. Her query to have him tell her about his own lover met with a sudden look of surprise. Dorian never yet truly ever having.....spoken of his lover to anyone outside those interviewers and palace courts, all things that occurred with the campfire right beside him. Dorian so given to pause for thought before she asked just what word the Fae held for their relationship, the mans head tilting slightly in thought.

"I do not think Fae have a word, like mate. I am told the word is boyfriend. In the official manner he is my Consort. I call him my Boyfriend Consort."

That gentle simper tugged at his lips all the same at the thought, his features flushing just slightly, the man attempting to duck his head just so as if to stop the woman seeing that colour upon his face. As if he were a mere boy of sixteen speaking of a lover! Dorian considering the right words.

"He is a vampire, we met nearly a year ago now. What was so designed to be but a brief encounter turned into far more. He is not quite as old as myself but he too was from an older time and I think perhaps I found some companionship in that at first. He was polite, respectful- very charming and very handsome. He is still all of these things."

It was desperately rare for the man to afford another any of these thoughts. Dorian, after all, a distinctly private being and yet there was a pleasure too- in sharing but those few words on the man he was so hopelessly in love with.

"He has a very great capacity for care even if, perhaps, he does not believe it off himself sometimes. He is prone to worrying- about everything- though I find it endearing. I adore him as I have never adored another. In nearly six hundred years I have never been in love, not until now. I waited over five centuries to find him. Loving a King, I think, is not easy- but he is always there, every time, for everything and this means a great deal. I should hardly know what to do without him."