The mention of this bar sees a momentarily quizzical look touch the Fae's features. He had only just discovered what such a place was fairly recently. Along with the dangers of modern alcohol. The softest of frowns adorns his features once more at the memory- or what remained of the memory of it. Bar's, he thinks, are perhaps better avoided. Dorian seeming to achieve far more attention than he truly desired at such establishments and perhaps he takes some pleasure in the notion Sebastian hardly intended to take the girl back to the one he had pilfered her from to begin with. The Fae King simply nods in agreement all the same, content enough to escort the woman back to wherever the vampire man deemed it safe enough to place her. His brief recount of his arrival upon the docks this evening at least seemed to be of some amusement to his companion, the simper he is rewarded with readily teasing one of his own to his lips in response to such misadventure. It was hardly the first bedroom window he had climbed out of and it would surely not be the last and yet the stone walls of a castle tended to provide far superior footing then- whatever it was Samantha's house was made out of. It had perhaps been fortunate to some extent the bush had been there at all.

"Hmm?"

He inquires softly, slate eyes meeting the overly blue gaze of Sebastian's own once more as the other man moves to step abruptly forward, reaching to pluck several leaves from his hair, followed by a twig- Dorian eyeing it with momentary disdain. He had walked several blocks with shrubbery in his hair. That was...unbecoming. The momentary feel of Sebastian's fingers within his hair however was a far more appreciated gesture, the suddenness with which the feeling eclipsed him...surprising, even to Dorian. This was an entirely new feeling, something he has not felt in a decidedly long time, a sort of fluttering sensation he found difficult to place and yet one he found pleasant all the same. Hoe very unusual that was. The mention of London, a name and place he recalls, sees his attention pull away from his own internal conundrum to consider the offer presented to him. A look almost nostalgic returning to his features once more.

"I should like to see that, very much."

How on earth Sebastian intended to get to London he hardly knew. Such a journey by ship would take months. That travel had surely advanced since his time had not occurred to him to consider. The thought however lingers only so long as it takes the vampire to accept his own offer to accompany him for the evening, a small grin of pleasure touching his features once more before Sebastian bends to rummage through the woman's belongings- a card suddenly handed to the Fae. For several moments Dorian merely turns it over within his hands, pausing to watch Sebastian scoop up the woman within his arms as if she weighed near nothing, both eyes lifted in momentary surprise. He had certainly carried his own fair share of women within his life and yet unconscious beings were decidedly more difficult, Sebastian seeming to hoist her upward with impressively near no effort.

"Well if you intend to take her home then I presume it to be this address."

He holds the card briefly upward for the other man to see, entirely unsure as to where such a place was, Dorian unsure where he was and yet he finds himself falling into step with Sebastian all the same, allowing his companion to lead. It would be imprudent, after all, to leave the girl unconscious and alone in the dark, even Dorian willing to concede to this. For several moments Dorian is merely content to stroll, arms folded behind his back, silvery gaze roving over the warehouses and lights that decorate this side of town. It is distinctly less...pleasant then the East side and yet much of it is new to the Fae all the same, the man finding it readily fascinating. His gaze however, continues to return to the man beside him. Of all the things he should not indulge within- this is surely one and yet he finds himself distinctly unable to resist the temptation of it. He always had been at least a little bold in the pursuit of the things he desires. His form shifts, ever so slightly, his shoulder brushing against the other mans. It is a subtle touch and yet one Dorian is distinctly aware of it as an almost roguish grin seems to settle upon his features.

"I have a question, you will forgive me if it is personal perhaps and you need not answer, but I am curious by nature. When it is you bite, Bastien, why is it so you choose the neck?"

His gaze lifts ever so briefly to the other mans, meeting that glorious blue a moment before he speaks once more, not truly affording Sebastian a chance to answer the question as one hand reaches up in a near feather light caress to brush his fingertips along the man's neck. Dorian is a truly unashamed creature, after all. The softest of chuckles rises within his throat as he continues to walk, that same hand trailing down now over the man's shoulder and forearm, a single finger trailing over his wrist.

"I am most assured here is also a good place."

His finger traces the smallest of circles upon the cool skin of man's wrist before drawing it away, entirely aware of this game he plays, after all, Sebastian cannot free his own hands lest he drop the woman entirely and thus he can make no effort to reach Dorian either. How long had it been, truly, since anyone had attempted to entice Sebastian? To tease at him for the sake of simple playfulness? To play his own game back upon him for the fun of it? His game however, is only merely beginning.

"I know of another too."

There is a distinctly teasing tone to his voice now, fingers brushing ever so softly along Sebastian's thigh, the last major vein after all, is within the groin, Dorian seeming to consider it for a moment as his fingertips tap a pattern against Sebastian's jeans, gliding only further inward- before rather suddenly moving his hand away- folding both hands behind his back once more.

"Ah, but you might drop the girl."

He chuckles now, openly, freely, both eyes lifting ever so slightly as a simper adorns his features once more, the man stepping easily out of any reach the vampire might be capable off....

Dorian Aragona