Sebastian could hardly help that nearly boyish pout that settled upon his features, presenting his lover with a mock show of dejection. "You would leave us both down here just under a sheet? In the dark?!" He inquired, his bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly. For all of his insistence that Bernard, and too, that those numerous priceless novels be rescued from the dungeness depths of that once glorious palace, he knew well that Dorian's mocking was entirely done in good nature. His bright blue eyes briefly turned back towards those novels he was so determined to salvage, clutching that hand written book of Galileo to his chest as if leaving it here within that darkness might somehow cause it to vanish altogether. The vampire's efforts to so flip through that stack to find the remnants of others he recognized was halted only by the sensation of Dorian's hands around his waist, the King's words altogether soft against his ear, suggesting that he would see to it that exquisite piano and too that plethora of books would be moved upstairs where they might be better cared for. Although the vampire knew well that his lover was teasing him for that noteable dedication he had to those ancient books and his own artform, he still appreciated the gesture to assist him in this abrupt need that had so gripped the man. "Thank you." He uttered softly, and yet before he could return that clear adoration, a singular sound so prompted the King to step away from him, that affectionate moment passing nearly as quickly as it came.

A glimpse of confusion crossed his features, brought on even more so by the presence of those casual clothes held within the Frenchman's hands as he stood behind them. Though he knew better to inquire after Dorian's intent, much less Matteo's contribution, the vampire could hardly admit his wariness of this venture if the two were so combining forces. It was the sound of his name that caused his attention to rise from the clothes that had been thrust upon him, the vampire watching with raised brows as that nearly rotten, crumbling book so return to it's former glory - appearing almost as it had the very day it was last written. Gingerly, he took the offered novella before that more useful application of Matteo's affinity so saw the vampire glance upwards, those syllables of that word hardly out of his mouth before the elder fae was content to disappear from his vision entirely. A small scowl crossed his features, that disappearance for once truly vexing to the man before those concerns of his newfound piano were distracted only by his lover's mention of that book in his hand. It was truly astounding to the vampire that Dorian, the man who so cherished those novels, was without even a trace of knowledge the world's most infamous love story. It was a crime he certainly wouldn't allow the King to live any further without.

His interest was surely piqued at that mention of a love story Dorian perhaps preferred greater than Shakespeare's own, his gaze settled upon his boyfriend as he shrugged out of that jacket, his own fingers moving to make quick work of those buttons. His eyebrows were furrowed in consideration of any tale that might so rival those star crossed lovers. Antony and Cleopatra, perhaps? At the very least, Sebastian hardly anticipated that story of their own relationship to fall from the fae Monarch's lips, those simple words had a way of producing a warm simper upon his features, the man chuckling ever so softly. "No, I suppose it is not better than that one." He admitted, much preferring his own unexpected love story even to that tale so expertly woven by that literary genius. At the very least, they had far less dramatics and far less opposition - well, in a manner of speaking. Any further signs of affection that he might present his lover with, however, were once again thwarted with the simple statement that the King's father was waiting for them, those simple words so producing a sigh from the man's lips, manners saw it decidedly difficult to make the Frenchman linger any further on his account. In the end, he placed a carefully folded stack of clothes next to Dorian's own, that pristine book placed on top followed by his own lesser crown.

He followed the man deeper into that room, trailing after Dorian as he led the way to a hallway and, not long after, another door that saw them standing outside upon the palace grounds. There was, certainly, no longer denying that Dorian clearly wished to see them leave the safety of those walls, and likely too those gardens altogether, the vampire effortlessly concluding that they would likely be doing so without that throng that so surrounded the monarch more often than not. He hardly voiced a word of those observations, however, simply allowing the King's hand to fit within his as it so often did, the vampire's gaze instead falling upon that bright red car. His own bright blue eyes brushed over the vehicle in idle curiosity, the vampire's head bobbing ever so slightly in the wake of Matteo's comment. "Italy makes some of the best sports cars." He added in afterthought and though they were well within the vampire's price range to purchase, his decidedly floating lifestyle made such a luxury particularly uneconomical. Still, his fingers gingerly brushed over the curves of that vehicle before he settled in the back seat beside the King, letting the door close behind him.

It was only Dorian's voice alone that saw the vampire's gaze shift, a small shrug crossed his shoulders in the wake of that knowledge that was finally being afforded of their venture tonight. "I see no reason why you should not be able to enjoy your own country, Dorian. You certainly can't see it well behind those palace walls." He paused, for a moment, before adding, "You survived just fine for nearly a year without those guards, I think you can manage a single night." A small simper settled upon his features, the vampire decidedly unconcerned, as peculiar as it was. In truth, it was those emotions that often so saw the man fit to fret. Dorian's safety, particularly when Sebastian himself was present, was far less of a worry then perhaps was expected of him. After all, the vampire knew well what he was capable, firming believing that there was little the world could so throw at the King that he could not handle. Still, Sebastian was hardly oblivious to those gates that loomed ahead of them, the crowd that surrounded it regarded with a hint of concern and yet, that simple touch of his lover's fingers upon his arm was enough to so whisk them from that view entirely, leaving the trio entirely capable of leaving the palace grounds unhindered. How...unexpectedly pleasant.

It was only natural that his gaze too turned towards the windows and that city reflected behind that tinted glass. He had been truly afforded little a glimpse of Italy, the vampire particularly unused to this new found shackling, even if he welcomly accepted it. It was only his company's voices that drew his eyes from the skyline towards the interior of the car. In truth, he hadn't truly considered the world wide impact of Dorian's return quite like he did in that moment. It was amusing, really, to think of how many souls would have recognized him, surprised to find his likeness upon magazine covers after the nights he'd spent with countless lovers. Gingerly, he took that magazine offered to him, the title so causing the vampire to snort. "Damn, they outdid me. And here I thought Lord of Sardines was the best. His Royal Hotness." He could hardly help that teasing tone to his lyrics, the vampire hardly forgetting the fashion in which he had so butchered Dorian's titles, they alone a thing he seemed content to forever muck up quite on purpose.

His attention shifted from that spread of his boyfriend only as the vehicle began to slow before quite abruptly placed into park. A quizzical look crossed his features as Dorian gestured for them to get out of the car. Already? Nevertheless, the vampire obliged, stepping out only to find a hat placed upon his head, the man simply blinking up with some glimpse of surprise at the fae. A singular eyebrow rose as Dorian was given a similar treatment, this one decidedly awful before given glasses as if they alone would be enough to coax any onlookers to simply glance the other way. If this was all they had to work with, Sebastian was sure they'd be doomed. His name alone caused his thoughts to shift, "I'll buy you another one." He stated simply enough, catching those keys as Matteo so stated he had made an effort to look into every plausible future for their evening, that near overprotectiveness was enough even for the vampire to roll his eyes. "Trust isn't a bad thing to have!" The vampire called after the fae, nearly setting with a curious display of contentedness in the driver's seat. After all, these were the sort of evenings, the sort of adventures, on which Sebastian so thrived on, or at least had.

He placed the key into the ignition, letting the car rumble to life beneath his fingertips, his gaze shifting towards his lover only for a small frown to trace the vampire's features. The man reached up, plucking that had from Dorian's head to toss it in the back seat, replacing the fae's with that black one that had been placed upon his own head. The disguise might have been necessary for the King of Italy but Sebastian had his own tricks up his sleeves to go unnoticed. It was that idle curiosity of whether or not he knew how to 'pilot' those vehicles that saw a grin settle upon his features. "Of course, Dorian. I remember when the first vehicle stalked the streets of London. They've changed much since then but, after Utah's Salt Flats, I think Italy will be easy enough. Where are we going?" That mention of the State's most infamous 'racing track' was but another story in itself and yet, Sebastian found himself equally as ecstatic at the prospect of what lay before them - almost enough to forget that nagging concern for Bernard.

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