He had not truly expected to be afforded the explanation he was upon the vampires feeding habits. His own youthful features frowned slightly in contemplation at this information he was offered. He had not previously considered how or why a vampire needed blood, after all, until now his experiences with them had been decidedly limited to less than a handful of encounters. None of them pleasurable. Until Sebastian. As such he had held no desire to learn anything about them, nor to consider how he might explore further facets of their nature and needs and yet such is Dorian's own nature that he possess a desire to know. His curiosity had served him well within his own day. His tutors forever praising his keen mind and willingness to learn, the man often solving problems far faster and far more efficiently than any of his siblings until several of his teachers had recommended to his Father that the young Prince would make a rather exceptional strategist. An idea that had never truly sat well with his father-figure. Even so, it had hardly dampened Dorian's enthusiasm for discovery. He had simply found other ways in which to channel his natural curiosity. So many years contained within his own castle at least assuring an expansive amount of time to fully explore rather a number of indoor pursuits- and to perfect the more pleasurable ones. This modern world merely presenting him with a plethora of new curiosities. Sebastian a notion he had become rather- fixated upon of late. As such he listens intently to the information he is given. It made sense, truly, just as it explained perhaps why vampires so thirsted for blood. Did not the dead always thirst for life? Yet.....would such an existence be forever consumed with just that thought? A constant thirst for a life he would never have?

"I see. Thank you."

He offers politely, his thoughts already turning once more. There was much to be learned of vampires, he thinks, the subtle shift in his companions demeanour hardly missed and yet Dorian makes no comment upon it, allowing the man his moment and yet it merely seeks to confirm what the Fae has already begun to consider. Sebastian perhaps...ill at ease in regards to some facets of his own nature, Dorian finding further questions turning within his mind once more and yet for now at least he allows them to fall silent. There would be time, one day, for deeper questions. Tonight, Dorian remains content to merely suggest they explore what is perhaps previously unchartered territory for the vampire. After all, there are perhaps few as bold as the Fae King, Dorian seeing little shame in Sebastian's need for blood, nor what it provided him. It was what it was. Why not enjoy it a little? The abrupt halt to the vampire sees Dorian pause in turn, pivoting neatly to face his companion once more, the faintest of simpers tracing his lips at the realisation that such a thing had surely never been offered to the man. Ah, the modern world is not nearly so inventive as it should be! A chuckle vibrating within his chest at his companion's agreement.

"Next time, then, we will do just that."

His words are offered in much the same way as Sebastian's had been to himself, a lingering promise within them as the pair move to continue back to the harbour and towards the beach that had so become Dorian's destination for this evening. It is a decidedly more innocent want than any other that had crossed his mind this evening and yet it had been so desperately long since he had been to the beach that truly Dorian found himself unable to pass by this simple desire. Content enough to pull Sebastian along with him for no other reason than he merely found the man's company wholly agreeable in every sense of the word. Had they been within his own country, within his own time, he is assured he would have kept the man entirely to himself.

"I have seen it once- as a child. After that I saw it in the distance from my window for many years. I was confined to my castle for a very, very long time. My family.....became involved with witches during the Spanish Inqusition. They are not forgiving creatures when they have a mind not to be."

It is perhaps the best explanation he can give, at least for now. Dorian never having told another even near that much, the man showing perhaps the vaguest touch of his own insecurity at the mention of such things. He was more than willing to allow Sebastian to lead him towards the water, hesitating upon the edge as the smallest of wave's runs towards him. It is only the vampire's ability to stand within the water- seemingly unharmed, that at last coaxes the Fae man forward to allow the water to lap at his own feet.

"It is colder then I imagined."

His words hold a clear note of surprise. Dorian shifts, crouching down just enough brush his fingers through the dark liquid before standing, briefly bringing his hand to his lips, features instantly contorting into a look of disdain.

"It is terribly salty, we do not like this at all!"

This, he thinks, is yet another reason he rarely partook of food or drink any longer- such things reserved entirely for his pleasure whenever it was he chose to taste something, the man instantly regretting his decision in this regard. He is quick however, to move beyond it, gaze drawn upward to the moon above- the white pallor it drew across the water decidedly pleasing. Though perhaps not near so pleasing as the man beside him, Dorian allowing such thoughts to tease readily at his mind for several silent moments, so very aware of the other man all the same- and of the fact he had surely kept him to long already. Dorian moves easily within the water, pivoting to face his companion now, that barest hint of a grin tainting his features still. Yet the words, when they come, are offered with a notable...reluctance.

"I think I have kept you from your night long enough, mon amie, though before it is I leave you I have a particular talent I should like to share with you. I have an ability to assure that myself and those I am touching are hidden entirely from view of everyone else. So this- is entirely our own to see."

It is all too easy to sweep his magic about them both, concealing them entirely from view as Dorian moves to close what little space exists between them, brushing his lips ever so softly across the vampires own in a gesture far more chaste then any of his previous kisses and yet- such is the nature of their game. Just enough for a taste. One hand reaches around behind himself, plucking from his back pocket a single piece of folded paper, pressing it into the vampire's hand.

"Vous avez une autre promesse de garder, Bastien." (You have another promise to keep, Bastien.)

His words are little more than a whisper, lips brushing near tenderly across the vampires own a final time before he pulls away. His own address printed neatly upon the paper left within Sebastian's hand. After all- had he not promised next time?

Dorian Aragona