There was very little, in truth, save for perhaps his own eating habits, that Sebastian was not willing to do for those few individuals whom he so utterly cherished. It might have been surprising that the man who truly cared for so few was so undeniably loyal and, to a point, altruistic in his adoration. For Dorian alone, he was entirely certainty he would so go whatever lengths the King so desired of him. In those delicate moments, with Dorian's fingers upon his waist, so utterly close to him, that infatuation he so held for the fairy seemed entirely depth-less, despite the simple promise that the King so requested of him. Regardless, that frivolous desire was met with a warm chuckle and a solemn word that he would indeed hold this secret - Dorian's fear entirely safeguarded by him. His hand instead fell to his lover's waist once again as they made their way through that remaining corridor of the corn maze, the vampire for once entirely forgetful of the King's usual aversion to any such brushes within public. There were moments, such as these, when days had passed since he'd last seen his lover and their encounter with Samantha had so seen him concerned with the welfare of his relationship that whatever closeness he could so achieve was so desperately desired, even if it was the simple touch of his hand upon Dorian's waist to claim the man as his own.

It was only near the exit that Sebastian paused by the touch of Dorian's fingertips upon his arm, his navy gaze so drawn to the darkness beyond as Dorian announced the luminescent hue to some hidden assailant that even he could not fully hear. A small frown crossed his features as he questioned but briefly after it, falling in step beside his companion as his gaze drifted between the fae and the darkness that encompassed them. That masked man, when he finally made his presence known, was regarded with that same measure of uncertainty as Sebastian so stared at that costume, entirely aware in that moment that it was alight in any fashion at all. It was that peculiarity that so hung heavily upon the mind of the vampire as they made those final feet from the depths of that labyrinth and back into the brightly lit and entirely rambunctious carnival that so demanded so much of their attention. Unfortunately, such a festivity had become altogether lost upon the vampire in the midst of a growing and very real concern. He paused at the end of that maze, so stepping in front of his lover with the sole intent of capturing the King's attention and, in some measure, sedating his own meddlesome apprehension.

His fingers brushed beneath Dorian's chin, raising the man's features to so eye him with a hint of concern, his navy eyes momentarily staring at the depths of those silver irises. They seemed as crystal clear as they so often were, still as entrancing as they ever were. Still, he was hardly satisfied with the result of that simple examination. The vampire hardly even seemed to acknowledge the King's lyrics, entirely attentive to his own diagnosis. Instead, Sebastian raised their intertwined fingers to untangle his own hand and, ever so gently, slid his lover's fingers into his own mouth. He pressed that tip against his fang, just enough to let the man's blood bead to the surface. That taste was so meticulously considered, every facet so considered before his tongue ran against the pad of his lover's finger to encourage that wound to close. His eyebrows furrowed briefly as his hand once again found Dorian's own, turning instead to head to the opposite end of the festivity towards the vendors that had lined up so perfectly with their delectable treats covering every minuscule inch of their stands. Those colorful confections should have so called to the vampire's perhaps boyish nature and yet, for once, they failed to so enthuse him.

He was aware, entirely of the fashion at which Dorian so seemed to regard those glorious treats with a sense of awe. That joy his lover so seemed to take from something so simplistic brought a small simper to the vampire's features. At the very least, it was imperative to him that Dorian so enjoyed their evening, even despite the plethora of concern that still griped at his icy heart. It was, however, those caramel apples he had so once spoke of that Sebastian found himself pausing in front of. His indigo eyes so fell upon those colorfully decorated apples, his head bobbing ever so slightly in confirmation that these were indeed the confectionery goods he had once spoken of so fondly. Procuring such treats was hardly a difficulty at all, that sleek, matte black debit card was offered in exchange for such goods, the price of them entirely insignificant to the vampire, enough so that hardly a thought was given to the fashion at which Dorian seemed to so inquisitively watch that momentary exchange. It was only with card back in wallet and those apples in hand that Sebastian was content to follow his lover towards the nearest bench, as decorated as it so was in the same fashion everything here seemed to be.

Nevertheless, he settled upon the bench beside the King, so plucking a piece of apple from the tissue paper that surrounded it before, with decided care, nibbling upon the end of it. He was decidedly careful to watch his own fangs, as he so often was, the gooey coating would surely be the death of him with one wrong bite. Sebastian was oblivious, in that moment, to the way in which Dorian so took those social cues for himself before picking up a singular piece to place within his mouth. It was, however, that foreign language that so captured the vampire's attention, that small simper once again returning to his features as his gaze shifted towards his lover, nodding with a soft sound, "Mmhm!". In that moment, the vampire was entirely content to remain engrossed with that caramel apple, and too his own lingering concerns that still laced those every thought. He fell to silence once again, nibbling upon those apple pieces and indeed treasuring that sweetness that he himself was so fond of. At least, until his own name fell from Dorian's lips.
His indigo gaze fluttered back to his lover, his lips pressing together in the slightest of frowns as the King so broached upon that which he himself had not yet decided if it was even worth mentioning. After all, perhaps it had just been a unique coincidence of sorts? Maybe the fear of what had happened moments prior had been too much for the King? He fell silent for a moment as his lover so effortlessly pinned that very emotion that he still wrestled with and, briefly, his attention turned back towards those caramel apples as he contemplated just how to so word that which wrought his mind. "I may be mistaken..." He started, in that same polite fashion that his own country was so utterly known for, "but...it is of my opinion that the man in the maze was not glowing." Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly in contemplation of this very thing before he added in some measure of reassurance, "You seem fine though - I mean, I didn't taste any toxins or viruses within your bloodstream, nor is it overran by white blood cells." He shook his head ever so slightly, muttering softly more to himself then the man at his side. "I do not know..."

Sebastian Ellington