Is it not the most exquisite of games to play? The most torturously wondrous? How Dorian so enjoyed coaxing even the most subtle of reactions from his companion, the bare brush of his shoulder against the other man seeming to instigate his attention near instantly to reward the fae with a pleasing grin before Dorian's attentions turned more fully towards engaging in even the barest of touches. He had desired, from the moment he had seen the vampire upon the docks, to touch some part of him once more. Dorian willingly engaging in his own selfish want here and now though he assures on some level that it remains pleasing to his companion all the same, allowing his fingertips to leave their own heated trails from neck to arm to wrist and finally to lower down. He is aware, intensely so, of near every reaction Sebastian sees fit to provide him with, hardly missing the subtle shift in the weight of the girl that allowed his fingertips all the more access to his wrist or the manner in which his breathing seemed to hitch just so as one hand teased a little more dangerously lower. It pays to remember such things, after all, each being is different, each had their own subtle manner in which they most enjoyed being touched. Dorian intending to remember exactly which touch caused which reaction- if only to better use it later. There was still much to lean of Sebastian and Dorian intends upon it.

A single, fluid step sees his own lithe form move easily from any grasp the vampire may have been capable off- assured Sebastian would have recognised his game all too easily and yet as the Fae had observed before, they had shared many pages in history, this dance one they both knew so very well and were both surely more inclined to appreciate then others did. He continues to linger at least an arm's length away from the other man, evidently satisfied with his work for now, his grin quirking softly upon his lips in response to the man before Sebastian's words seemed to take on an entirely new tone. He had perhaps not anticipated this. His own thoughts fixated upon that which Sebastian could and could not do with the woman nestled in his arms, not that which he could say. Ah, what a picture such words might paint within his mind! Dorian fully allowing such wants to run so rampantly within his thoughts, the Fae abruptly halted in his stride merely a moment later. Feeling Sebastian's gaze upon him once more, head softly shaking, before one hand merely waved in assurance all was well.

"I am merely picturing such things. Touché mon amie (my friend)."

The thought of allowing the vampire's fangs to bite elsewhere is distinctly pleasurable to him, his lip quirking softly once more and whatever it is his thoughts seem to find so pleasing to consider before he simply nods in agreement- stepping forward again to walk beside his companion once more.

"I should like you to do that."

It is fortunate, perhaps, at least for the sake of the still unconscious woman in Sebastian's arms, that they have managed to reach her home, Dorian eyeing it warily. The building decidedly uninviting to his mind. Sebastian's mention of her keys momentarily sees a quizzical look over take his features before the notion of the locked front door makes itself apparent. Dorian only having just recently learned to use his own keys. His slender fingers move easily to the woman's pocket, plucking the house keys neatly from within before moving to follow Sebastian to the door. It took several tries and several keys before the Fae managed to unlock the door, on hand reaching for the light switch, flooding the room with light mere moments later before his features moved to scowl once more. Her home was....decidedly messy. The lounge room they had found themselves in was decorated with clothing, used dishes, scattered makeup and what Dorian's is assured is even more alcohol. It is with a marked distaste that the man attempts to pick his way through the girls scattered belongings, the small apartment at least assuring her bedroom would be easy to find.

Her room was no better than the lounge room and kitchen, the vast majority of her clothing seeming to be on the floor, Dorian momentarily eyeing a bra with evident confusion before turning his attention to the rather small single bed- amusement seeming to taint his features once more as his gaze returned to his companion.

"Were you intending to sleep with the girl, Bastien? For I believe such a task would have required some small measure of creativity on your part."

A smooth chuckle rises once more within his throat, one hand gesturing briefly to the very small bed in which no less than three cats have made themselves comfortable with little intention of moving. Cat's, Dorian thinks, have not changed in all the years he has been away. Lazy creatures. He moves at last to draw back the girls covers as best he can, stepping aside to allow the vampire to lay her down, before pulling the covers back over her. The woman stirring lightly before seeming to settle again- Dorian content now to head for the door once more, leaving her keys and name card upon the table. Their good deed for the night surely complete as he steps back out and into the evening.

"Might we go back the way we came? There is something I should like to see."

He is not nearly ready to relinquish his companion just yet, silvery gaze returned to the man once more as he leans himself easily upon the nearest street lamp. It is curious to him, truly, that he seems to find such fascination with this man, even a mere glance at him seeming to result in the strangest of sensations. Ones that existed beyond simple lust or desire or a need to fulfil himself in the physical sense. He is not entirely assured what such a feeling is. It is pleasant though. That he knows. Even if he has not truly felt it in hundreds of years. For now however he hardly questions it- he simply accepts it.

"I have something of an idea I should like to share with you too, if you think you might like to hear it?"

Another grin works its way onto his features, gaze resting on his companion.

Dorian Aragona