The vampire was altogether insistent that those letters received proper replies, particularly if those souls had taken time from their own days to write to them. It baffled him, really, why he would ever receive letters intended for him alone. He fully understood why the world at large had sent those adoring letters to his boyfriend. After all, the fae was their beloved King, hidden away from them for centuries. It was only natural that they should want to get to know him. What he didn't expect, however, was Dorian's insistence that mail strewed around them was but a fraction of what they would receive. That fact that this was just a week's worth of letters brought a glimpse of surprise to the Englishman's features. "A week?" He inquired, his eyebrows rose as his gaze turned back towards that pile that surrounded them. A week to reply to all of these before the next week came? It was...unfathomable. Sebastian hesitated ever so slightly before a soft sigh of defeat left his lips. "Okay, maybe not all of them. But we should answer some of them." He paused for a moment before glancing back at the man beside him. "Maybe we won't answer the polaroid woman though..." The vampire commented, his voice trailing off in consideration. How did he judge which people deserved hand written responses and which didn't? It felt...so very against the man's own upbringing and yet...perhaps he was being ambitious. In a rare gesture of his own uncertainty, the man found himself almost nibbling on his bottom lip.

It was the King's voice that drew him from that internal conundrum, the man coaxing him to reach into that nightstand at his side. It only took moments for Sebastian to retrieve that foiled package from the depths of that beside table, that subtle scent of chocolate so seemed flooded the room when picked up by those heightened senses. The vampire himself was entirely content to sniff the air that surrounded them, his crystalline gaze entirely intent upon that sweet dessert, even if that stare was more akin to a begging creature then the ever regal gentleman that he was. He watched as that small chocolate square was slipped within the King's mouth, those letters near forgotten in the wake of that delectable treat he fell eternally prey to. That idle comment that left the King's lips was met with a simple show of mock indication, much less the notion that Dorian intended to hide those sweets from him within his own home! Still, he supposed he was willing to accept that little bit of chocolate he was allocated only because his companion claimed to love him. "I guess." He uttered back in confirmation and yet, there was little doubt of that teasing tone within the man's accented lyrics.

His fingers had only just touched that bar of chocolate before the man was chastised for the sheer amount Dorian so assumed that he would take. His bottom lip jutted forward ever so slightly in a clear pout before he took even less than what was allocated to him. His bright blue eyes glanced upwards at Dorian's voice, the vampire hardly inclined to cease now that the King had admitted how utterly irresistible he found him. He hardly anticipated that additional row that was handed to him and yet, really, it was impossible for Sebastian to reject that sweet. Rather, the vampire broke off a small square of that singular row, placing it into his mouth with a clear show of absolute adoration for the way it so melted into his mouth. He leaned back against those silken sheets, inclined to simply enjoy that flavor he sucked on, his thoughts momentarily drifted elsewhere. It was only the man's recollection of that first evening they had met nearly a year ago that drew his bright eyes towards the man at his side. Had it really been a year? It was, he was assured, the best year of his life - both alive and deceased. He had little doubt that the affections he had for the King far rivaled anything his wife had once been able to coax within him, the vampire so insistent upon celebrating that relationship milestone.

It was amusing, really, how far they had come since they'd met nearly a year ago. How different things had been then. Hell, how different his own life had been then! He'd been moving from hotel to hotel for a near decade since he'd returned to his own home country, staying only long enough to become familiar with those streets and yet, the first time he saw the same victim again was the sign that it was time to move on. This place had been an exception from the very beginning. He glanced over at the sound of chuckling that reverberated within his companion's throat, that simper crept across his features at that very mention of the lamps that had so mystified the Monarch. His head bobbed ever so slightly. "The Tiffany lamps." He muttered softly, remembering well the man's fascination with those colors their first evening together. How fate had so led their paths to cross time and time again, even whilst Sebastian himself so feared that his ever increasing fascination with the man was but a one sided affair doomed to fail. There was something wholly comforting about that press of the man's lips against his cheek, much less the emotions that had so come with such a simple admittance. Now, it was hardly a thing that he feared and yet....he could hardly stop that sudden desire to be closer to the fae then he already was.

The vampire shifted in the wake of that show of affection, moving to nestle against Dorian's shoulder as the Monarch slipped another piece of chocolate within his mouth. He glanced upwards towards the man at that inquiry of his intentions for that special day and yet, truly, it had he hadn't the slightest idea of yet. Still, the suggestion of returning to what was once his bedroom prompted a grin upon his features before the man nodded ever so slightly. "I am sure I could make arrangements for that." He answered, entirely assured of his ability to procure that room on such short notice. It was, however, that suggestion of what they intended to do that day that so saw the man hesitate. He had hardly forgotten that morning he'd spent walking amongst his own greenhouse beneath those rays of the sun and yet, that was nothing in comparison to spending an afternoon upon the beach. Even he couldn't help the way the idea made him squirm ever so slightly, even if he trusted the Monarch to do whatever was necessary to keep him alive. It had been ages, really, since he'd gone to the beach, and naturally longer still since he had visited those waters under the light of the sun. "I...suppose we could...try..." He stated with a clear hint of hesitance. 'No' was not a word within the man's vocabulary when it came to his lover and yet, the sun was a certain challenge of a different kind, much less awakening him during the day. Still - if this was what his King desired, Sebastian had every intention of doing his best to provide it for the man. After all, he had once told him it was a necessity he visited that beach during the daylight and now that the man's friend had abandoned him, who else was there but he?