It was one of the few nights that Samantha did not go to the place called Work. The woman having changed into her pyjamas before seeing fit to lay about on the lounge declaring it her night off, attempting to coax Dorian several times into coming to sit beside her to watch what she declared to be a brilliant movie. Movie's however, tended to terrify the man more then afford him any sense of joy. He rarely understood them, more often than not tending to agitate the woman with his constant stream of questions before throwing his hands in the air at either the lack of historical accuracy or the poor display of social conventions. Tonight, he thinks, she must be in a terribly good mood if she should want to curl up against him and suffer his questions for an hour or so- a trait he found endearing within her truly. It is merely unfortunate perhaps that tonight Dorian found himself entirely afflicted with a desire to go out. Samantha, however, remained steadfast in her decision that he was not allowed out, the woman having locked the front door as if to make her point all the more clear. He had, at last, declared he was going to bed, leaving Samantha giggling at whatever event was occurring upon the TV before he moved to mount the staircase and wander into his own room, shutting the door behind him and yet feeling decidedly....anxious all the same. He was restless tonight, though why he hardly knew.

Dorian moved, at last, to lean against his open window, silvery gaze lingering upon the city lights, unable to stop the curiosity that danced about inside himself. He understood Samantha's request, the girl seemingly determined to protect him- his disappearance the night he had been with Sebastian having worried her far more then Dorian had anticipated, Samantha assured he had been in some sort of mortal danger and yet Dorian had afforded her no true knowledge on his evening, neither Sebastian's name nor where he lived offered to the woman. His affairs after all, are his own, Dorian seeing no need to share such information. He did however, wonder what had become of his vampire companion, such thoughts rarely afflicting the Fae King. After all, most nights were forgettable, most companions a simple number that Dorian had long since ceased to count. It was foolish to get attached in any sense of the word. No good ever came from that and yet he finds himself wondering, truly, if he might find the other man again. He moves to glance downward and to the front yard below, the window...far higher than he had truly anticipated and yet Dorian never had been one to shy away from such endeavours. He offers the briefest of backward glances before swinging one leg over the sill, straddling the window a moment before swinging the other leg over. He had not done such things since his childhood and even then he was assured it had never been this difficult.

"We are too old for this."

It is little more then a murmur beneath his breath, the man attempting find some sort of footing before slipping entirely, a yelp of sorts all that manages to leave his lips as he tumbles from the window and straight into a bush below. It takes several moments to detangle himself, scraps of leaf and twig still attached to himself despite his efforts to brush it aside, several scratches marking his skin as he makes his way down the street. He could be home, surely, before Samantha even noticed he was gone. For the first time the man makes a right, instead of a left, wandering towards a part of town he truly has never explored for his own fear of getting lost and yet tonight he feels a little bolder perhaps. His silvery eyes linger upon the brightly lit store fronts, most of them selling things he hardly understands and yet he finds the lights attractive all the same, a distant music bringing a smile to his lips. There was wonder for him, still, even in such a world as this. His wanderings at last seem to bring him to a harbour of sorts, eyes widening at the sight of so many ships and so large! It was unbelievable to him, Dorian moving onto the nearest dock, passing beneath the light of the street lamps that lit up the wooden platform in the gloom, water lapping below in a rhythmical fashion.

It is only the sudden sound of another that distracts him, Dorian having failed to see the couple at the end of the wharf, the girls laughter far too loud and abrasive to be from a sober being, Dorian scowling slightly at the manner in which her hands seemed to be everywhere at once. Was there no finesse any longer? Had women no actual skill? He moves to avert his gaze all the same- until the voice of the man sees him very near freeze in place. He knows that voice- decidedly so.

"Bastien?"

He speaks entirely without thought, voice echoing upon the dock with clear surprise, instinct alone seeing him hurriedly call to his own affinity, masking him entirely from sight. Well, at least from the sight of the woman, Dorian entirely capable of appearing only to those he chose. His head tilts ever so slightly, eyeing the girl a moment before the faintest simper touches his lips, accented lyrics offered to Sebastian now.

"I think, mon aime, you are not trying very hard tonight."

A chuckle of sorts rises pleasantly within his throat, the words gentle all the same though he remains where he is. He hardly begrudged the man his method of finding a meal, indeed it was far preferable to lingering within some alleyway and lunging at people. Dorian understood, entirely so, just how it was the vampire worked and truly he is....content in that knowledge. How can he be anything but? Yet this woman was so very drunk that surely there is no challenge to such a thing- perhaps though, this is the point. His thoughts drift, only momentarily, towards just how splendid Sebastian's bed had actually been, head tilting almost thoughtfully once more as he ever so briefly allows his mind a moment to run rampant with the thoughts he had considered since then. Indeed Dorian has rather a few ideas he had found he would have rather liked to try with someone so pleasantly practised as his companion and yet....now is not the time.

"Forgive my interruption, your presence merely surprised me-...."
Who are you talking to?

The sudden outburst from the woman saw his silvery gaze return to her, long enough to see her eyes roll backward before she rather suddenly fainted, Dorian steeping abruptly forward as if half contemplating attempting to catch her before she toppled onto the dock. The alcohol, it seemed, finally having had its effect as the rather stunned fae merely continues to stare, gaze flicking from Sebastian to the woman and back with the faintest trace of amusement to his words.

"-as do your choices for the evening. Women are not....as I remember them."