He offers little more than a nod of agreement to Sebastian's promise of next time. The vampire had proven, in the past, to be rather decent at keeping his promises and truly Dorian expects no less in this case. The idea of next time sufficiently pleasing to the man. Far more so then the room they are presented with in which to leave the inebriated woman whom, even in her state of unconsciousness, had managed to make a nuisance of herself in the Fae's opinion. He could hardly blame the girl he supposed, her inability to retain consciousness was not entirely her doing and she had provided a means of distraction for Sebastian's hands long enough to engage within his own little game. Perhaps she had maintained a use after all. The softly delivered French lyrics readily see Dorian's attention return to his companion, as it has been for most of the evening, the man unable to prevent smile of satisfaction that graces his lips at such endearing words before genuine curiosity seems to ensnare him once more. He himself had spent the better part of several hundred years in one place, in one building, very few places within a 15th century castle near so comfortable or useful as an actual bed and as such, while his talents within it were certainly not lacking, the notion of other places was perhaps new to the man. The bemusement upon his features seems to exist for only so long as it takes Sebastian to wink towards him. Dorian affording the man the softest roll of his own eyes in a decidedly playful fashion before he strolls readily from the house. The night air a relief once more.

Sebastian's gesture to continue their walk sees the Fae King lean away from the lamp post, coming to the man's side once more as they stroll, Dorian entirely unhurried in his movements and yet Dorian was rarely hurried in anything he did. Time, after all, had become an infinite luxury for the man. Patience perhaps, one of the single most potent traits of his personality, when he should choose to call upon it. Sebastian's request that he regale him as they walked is met with a single nod, Dorian's hand moving to brush aside a stray lock of hair from his own slate gaze, the faintest touch of golden blonde having steadily begun to work its way into his otherwise brunette locks. Bleached ever so slightly by the sun on his daily strolls around the block. The man often too fearful to travel much further than that and yet with each passing day his boldness increased. In the vampires company tonight, the Fae had failed to find himself concerned in the slightest, the outside world itself seeming to have ceased in captivating his attention when the man beside him seemed to provide such a thorough distraction.

"It occurred to me when it was we last laid together that you are rather more.....sensitive after it is you have bitten, this is true, no?"


Dorian pauses a moment, allowing his gaze to meet the man beside him once more, assured his observation in this had been correct. Blood....became the vampire, rather well, even the blue of his eyes had seemed all the more deep, the man's body, glorious as it had been before, had seemed even more responsive to his touch in those few moments after he had fed. Dorian hardly having missed such things and as such, had become rather curious of them as was within the man's nature to be.

"Next time, I should like to try affording you a little blood before we start, perhaps a little during and after as well. If you are not opposed to such an idea of course?"

One eye simply lifts now in query, a grin teasing softly at his features, curious as to whether Sebastian might be willing to engage in such a thing. After all, how often was it the vampire was ever allowed to feed before? The very nature of the game the man played targeted towards taking his meal once his partner was surely too lost within the passions of his arms to find concern in such a thing. Dorian however, is simply inclined to offer otherwise. If such things might be made even more pleasurable for Sebastian then truly the Fae is inclined to try them. The vampires bite, after all- is not unpleasant for Dorian himself. Such a thing surely mutually agreeable. The Fae remains unconcerned with offering his wants so honestly, no other around to hear them. Their stroll had taken them easily back to the docks and harbour side, Dorian stepping now towards the beach that ran along beside it, pausing upon the very edge of the pathway as if to examine the sand a moment- the smallest of frowns touching his features. The Fae King moves to smoothly crouch down, long fingers plucking at the laces of first one shoe and then the next, his socks following a moment later as he steps gingerly onto the sand with bare feet. He turns, at last, to face Sebastian once more- the grin that adorns his features now nothing short of glorious.

"I have not touched sand in over five hundred years."

His words, this time, are softer- the man seeming near in awe of this simple thing as the faintest of sighs passes his lips. The sand was cool, grainy, shifting beneath his feet just as he remembered it did- his feet sinking ever so slightly within it. His hand reaches forward, softly capturing Sebastian's in his own, gently drawing the other man onto the sand with him. He would relinquish him soon, allow him to return to his evening and yet what was just a little longer?

Dorian Aragona