That magazine that lay open across the vampire's lap was met with ready amusement as he eyed those photos of the fae King that the photographer had so capture of his lover. His head tilted ever so slightly at that smaller print description of how utterly 'dreamy' the Italian Monarch was, before, in equally as small of print, the man was declared 'taken', much to the disappointment of women everywhere. It amused him wholly, those words that his existence was to the 'disappointment of women everywhere' and yet, that simple title the article had so fondly given the King was enough to produce those teasing lyrics from the Englishman's lips. A warm simper was settled on his features, even as he glanced up at those rolled eyes Dorian presented him with, the vampire equally as acutely aware of that snort Matteo provided their antics from the front seat. "Pft, that's all right, your Royal Hotness, you can gift me with Sardines. You're still Lord Neptune of Caterpillars. I have plenty to work with." There was an altogether mischievous and yet entirely good natured glimpse to Sebastian's features, even as he tossed that magazine back to that small pile in the middle of them.

Rather, Sebastian's attention was, instead, taken by the slowing of that vehicle before Dorian motioned for them to get out altogether. The vampire hardly anticipated that Matteo intended to release the pair into the world alone and yet, it hardly perturbed him, the man simply...surprised by it. Those costumes the elder Fae so gifted them but moment's later were but another source of peculiarity for the vampire and yet, for the time being, the man hardly voiced a word of complaint at all. Rather, he merely watched as Matteo shoved yet another poorly tasting baseball hat on Dorian's head, declaring them hidden enough to the world. A singular eyebrow rose ever so slightly as the fae tossed the keys towards him, so announcing that he had looked into their future for this very evening to ensure it would go safely as planned. It was, perhaps, the vampire's unusually good mood for the evening that so saw those carefree lyrics fall from his lips, declaring that, perhaps, Matteo could afford them some measure of trust and, indeed, let that future remain even a bit of a mystery. He hardly expected that retort he was so effortlessly given, the mention of that treasured piano so prompted the vampire nearly pivot in place, though he hardly had a chance to offer even the slightest word before Matteo so vanished in the fashion he seemed most inclined to do tonight.

There was little, truly, that Sebastian could do to salvage that piano any further, the man's very words so clearly turned against him and yet, surely the Frenchman knew the value of such a nearly priceless relic - didn't he? For a moment, Sebastian chewed upon his bottom lip in consideration before he slid into the driver's seat of the vehicle, placing the key in the ignition. That question from his lover's lips prompted a soft snort to leave the Englishman's nose, so informing the King not only of those vehicles existing for the majority of his life but, also, one of his more recent travels into the depths of the remains of what had once been a thriving, full lake. He was, he supposed, hardly that surprised that the mention of that rather flat piece of land so prompted an inquiry from Dorian's lips, a small shrug crossing his shoulders in the process of his rather...lackluster explanation. "It's what is left of what was once a Lake in Utah. It's one hundred and four square kilometers of flat land made up of salt. There's a racing event that goes on there every year to set world records of who can cross it fastest." It was, he was assured, certainly not the sort of place in which his lover might take any real interest in and yet, the vampire had once taken to visiting a near barrage of worldly famous places. The Salt Flats had mere been one of many.

He watched as his lover moved in the wake of that explanation to so undo that once folded map. It had been several years, really, since he'd used a paper map, that cellular phone that was nearly always on his person had become his chief navigational device for several years. It was curious really, how quickly he'd adapted to those changes in technology, almost considering asking for that end location if only to let the soothing sound of that utterly assured woman guide them there. Still, Dorian seemed quite intent upon his study of that piece of paper, enough so that Sebastian couldn't find it within himself to take that job of navigator from the monarch. Instead, the vampire merely glanced in his rear view mirror before gingerly urging that vehicle forward, the car all too easily reacting to that nearly gentle touch. They'd certainly gotten better then they had once been. Of that he was utterly assured. It was easy enough, that first turn and yet, the very mention of this 'spherical thing' saw the vampire's eyebrows furrow.

His gaze drifted across the nearby signs that so declared that upcoming difficulty. "It's called a round about." He stated, a small scowl crossing his features. London was all but covered in those traffic diversions these days, many of which were wholly convoluted in fashions that he often disliked entirely. "Which line are we going to?" He inquired as their car edged closer towards that circular road. The efforts of his lover to so declare which of those 'offshoots' they needed to take was something akin to frustrating for the vampire, if only for those other drivers who too seemed quite quick to change lanes with their honking horns in ways that were hardly helpful in any fashion. That false declaration of which exit they needed to take prompted a rather abrupt movement of the vehicle out of that exit lane, much to the displeasure of their fellow drivers and the under the breath muttering of Sebastian himself at their indignation. Eventually, however, and with several more abrupt lane changes, the vampire managed at last to pull them from that convoluted circle and onto that rather open road that guided them out of the city limits and into those smaller, quainter towns.
He listened quite astutely to those comments his lover offered him of years long forgotten of this very road. That history the King had seen surely rivaled his own and yet, he understood well the awe that could so come with witnessing that very shift of the world from time. His lover seemed far too enthusiastic of this whole journey, that warm simper entirely breathtaking upon the fae's features, even if Sebastian was afforded but stolen glimpses of the man he so adored in that low light cast from passing street lamps. Eventually, that open road led the pair into the very heart of Milan, that once tame highway so turning into a busy street corner before Dorian requested he 'command the car to halt'. It was amusing, that ancient terminology and yet Sebastian hardly bothered to correct the man, simply bringing that car close to the curb, parallel parking at the edge of that very plaza. It was only once the key was pulled from the ignition that Sebastian's gaze shifted around the area before he offered a small nodd. "Yes, I visited the Santa Maria alla Scala just over ten years ago when they reopened after renovating. They did the 'Europa riconosciuta'." The vampire hardly bothered to admit the two thousand euros he'd paid just for that singular ticket, that very production had held significant meaning to the opera house, being the first one within those halls in 1778. Sebastian certainly had held no intention of missing such an occasion.

Still, he doubted it was the opera house that had so prompted the King's interest in this very plaza tonight, the vampire instead content to simply trail after his lover as their path so immediately seemed to shift towards that statue of Dorian's previous love interest. Sebastian's crystalline blue eyes settled on that art, his hands nestled within the pockets of his jeans as he allowed his lover that very moment to eye what had become of that man he'd once clearly adored and yet, he hardy anticipated the way in which Dorian so commented on Leonardo's age. That simple reaction caused a small simper to spread across his lips before the vampire nodded, "Yes, in truth, I've never seen a picture of him as he was when you knew him." That beard and lock, grey locks had become the face of that renowned painter, the vampire surely would have been unable to even recognize the man at that age his lover had known him. Still, he understood how...decidedly peculiar it was to so see someone who was once so young transform so...unexpectedly whilst they continued to appear youthful for an eternity. "These are some of his students." He commented softly, gesturing slightly towards the men at Leonardo's feet and yet, Sebastian voiced little else on the topic. After all, he supposed this was the very thing that had so coaxed the Monarch here within the first place.

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