That joyous amusement that so lingered within his lovers words was hardly missed. The vampires promise that he would so survive this ordeal bringing the softest of simpers to the Fae's own lips once more. Dorian unable to deny his own momentary enjoyment of this adventure now that his more immediate surprise had passed. There was, he supposed, something almost enjoyable about the silliness of the evening, even if the true cause behind it remained elusive to him. The Monarch content to enjoy this momentary closeness before the concept of so having to progress forward, even despite Sebastian's promise of his longevity, saw that hesitation return. It is with no small measure of reluctance that Dorian allows himself to be led forward once more, his entire form holding a decidedly tense stance in readiness lest anything else leap unexpectedly out towards him. The Fae King still so wholly oblivious to his lover's skills to detect these things readily before himself as they progressed down those dimly lit paths, Dorian struggling to return his heart rate to something less thundering and yet- the path ahead seemed decidedly unremarkable in comparison to the road they had been down but moments ago. It is only once they reach that divided road and Sebastian's voice draws his attention that Dorian is given to contemplate their situation once more, the Monarch stepping just slightly from his companions embrace to examine both those roads before at last so choosing the one from which the noise erupted. The idea of bags distinctly more terrifying to his mind then whatever could possibly be making such a sound as that. Silence and spiders, it seems, are far too much for the man this evening.

There was, somewhere within him, a part of himself that almost enjoyed this sensation of adventure. The man assured within the back of his mind that this was a ruse entirely, a game the mortals played by which the very idea was to terrify those within the maze and that the likelihood of his truly dying was distinctly low. Sebastian, after all, had failed to appear truly concerned about anything. Dorian entirely assured the man would not behave as such were their truly assassins so hiding within those corn stalks and dark corridors. The buzzing sound, which once had been distant, seemed now to only grow louder and closer in turn, Dorian frowning slightly as he continued behind his consort, his curiosity so getting the better of him even now. The man asking after just what was making it, the idea that it was some sort of carpentry device met with yet another look of inquisitiveness and yet the Fae King presses it no further in this moment. Dorian hardly having worked a day in his life much less witnessed the use of any sort of modern saw such as this. It is upon their arrival at those bloodied limbs and decapitated corpses that it would appear even the vampire is given to pause. Dorian's ever-observant gaze falling softly upon his boyfriend in that moment, watching as the man allowed the toe of his boot to kick at that falsified body. Any worry Sebastian felt however, was decidedly well concealed, Dorian so taking the man's idle pause for simple curiosity before the sight of that open centre sees his own motion readily falter. Instinct alone so uninclined to allow him to step out and into the space. Nervousness fluttering within his chest before the sudden shift of that body behind him sees the man pivot in place. Dorian stumbling hurriedly back from it, missing the way Sebastian's own teeth so threatened to bare before grasping his lovers wrist and tugging him with him. For all his own increasing fear he was hardly inclined to leave Sebastian behind.

It is only once they have been so herded into the maze centre that the buzzing sound begins once more, this time roaring to life from the very source not but several feet away as any true thread of bravery seems to abandon the King entirely in the face of a weapon the likes of which he has never seen. The saw appearing almost magical in its dastardly advance to a being so aged as himself and so utterly unused to these modern conveniences, the noise seeming to travel right threw him before the Fae merely responds purely with that flight response. It is perhaps, hardly fear of the monster or the weapon so much as a fear of what he simply does not understand, Dorian having no desire to found out how one might use a saw before that very masked being so saw fit to chase him! It had been years, centuries even, since anyone had ever chased the Monarch. Dorian sprinting suddenly around that monster to race back towards Sebastian, the masked being, for whatever reason, seeming to have no interest in chasing his lover at all and it is such to that assurance of safety his panicked mind so blindly returns- throwing himself at his companion with perhaps more force then he had so truly intended, arms wrapping about the man in a decidedly fierce manner. Assuring him that such an action had nothing at all to do with fear. That chainsaw mercifully taking off after a new group.

That press of lips upon his forehead so draws his attention away from that monster and towards Sebastian once more, that mere scent of the man so utterly glorious and yet Dorian allows himself to be disentangled from the man now that he was afforded at least this single moment of clarity in which to actually think- Dorian turning to eye the chainsaw man once more as they stepped from within that circle. The Fae King took a moment now to so dust himself off in some effort to appear nonchalant about the entirely embarrassing display.

"Bastien?"

He pauses, assuring himself he so held his companions attention, that warm simper finding his features even now and despite the slowly easing thrum of his heart. Ah, but how utterly silly he was when he was afraid! He should never live this down! One hand reaches easily to catch the very hem of those black dress pants, tugging Sebastian softly against him, Dorian pausing to so assure himself they were entirely alone and not about to be snuck up on- his lips pressing just below Sebastian's own now.

"You shall have to promise me something...."

He allows the tips of his fingers to trace along the hemline of the man's pants, so entirely seeking to have Sebastian's full attention as his lips trailed upward to press firmly to the vampires own now in that single, stolen kiss. The Fae king leaning away just so, his own lips pulled into a grin of amusement at this teasing game.

"You won't tell anyone that Italy's King is so easily terrified."

A soft chuckle falls from his lips, Dorian so admitting at last to that fear and yet it is with an almost boyish good humour all the same, the Fae King, in truth, hardly finding he should care if Sebastian told everyone he knew of the way in which Dorian had literally run into his arms. The Monarch merely content to tease the man all the same and see how easily he might sway Sebastian to so promise him any measure of things before this idea of treats so seems to grasp his attention once more, head nodding softly.

"Yes, I should like that. I have surely earned such things, I cannot remember the last time I ran."

He grins softly once more, falling into step beside Sebastian a final time to so make their way out of that maze, but a single corridor left to follow- Dorian so finding himself suspicious of it all the same just in case anything else should be hiding as a final surprise within it. The man lingering close beside his lover and yet- this time- it is Dorian perhaps, who so spies that final, hidden assailant well before it was truly possible to see the man. Well before Dorian should have been able to locate him at all. The Fae King abruptly halted within the very middle of the path, curiosity so adorning his features, one hand brushing against Sebastian's arm.

"That is a terribly silly costume to have, he can be seen from miles away, he is positively glowing."

The man so gestures towards an entirely pitch black portion of the field so far ahead it was perhaps, only just within Sebastian's own supernatural ability to even hear the man's heartbeat- nothing within the field even remotely luminous. Dorian entirely ignorant to the fact he only could see the glow radiating from the human man. The Fae continued forward but a moment later, entirely prepared for that lunge when it came. This man failing to terrify him at all, little more than a chuckle parting his lips before he stepped out- at last- back into that castle with its crowd and decorated halls- his hand intertwined with Sebastian's own once more as he glanced near expectantly up at his lover.

"That was quite the ordeal I am assured though I did not totally dislike it despite my....reactions. It seems it amused you in the least. Now, where might we obtain these treats? Perhaps you might show me your favoured."

Sugar, as new as it was, was an entirely glorious discovery and one Dorian was wholly content to experience again if only for the promise it would be surely more pleasurable then dark maze and its wealth of hidden terrors.

Dorian Aragona