Oh but how terribly wicked that woman was! Dorian assured his very features were positively blazing as she continued with her wholly secretive assault beneath the table. Her hand so continued to slide further and further up his leg. Such boldness! Dorian positively sure he had not experienced this level of boldness from a woman in several centuries. Perhaps then, all those years ago, he might well have welcomed her advances and joined in such teasing frivolity. The Monarch nothing short of decidedly well practised in those flirtatious arts and yet- in the wake of his imprisonment in his own Palace at the hands of witches and too the very notion that he was so currently seated beside his own husband the Monarch found himself so hardly appreciating her advances in any sense. Dorian nothing if decidedly committed to those very marriage vows he had made to Sebastian before the people and God alike. The young woman's query of those plants that adorned his garden in glorious blooms so readily seemed to stir that ire in her male companion in turn. Brennan declaring that Serafina had, never before, showed such interest in those plants. The witch in turn promptly insisting they were critical to her work as her hand seemed to find Dorian's leg all over again- the Monarch so at last forced to reach beneath that table and grasp that wandering hand for himself lest it continue its upward trail and towards those very parts of his being that were so surely reserved for Sebastian alone and yet so had a habit of becoming near traterious beneath the witches attentions. Dorian near loath to admit that creeping hand had so managed to sitr the beginnings of that physical reaction within himself. It was best, surely, to put a stop to such antics here and now. Dorian's words in turn, flustered though they were, attempting to convey his very desire that she might cease and desist her wickedness! The young woman so seeming to take only more delight in the puzzle he presented!
Sebastian, so seated beside him, had seemingly found his own measure of discord for their guests. The vampires words very near curt as he offered them. Dorian's efforts to reassure his lover he was quite alright so hardly seeming to appease his husband in any sense. Sebastian returning to his tea in a manner hardly impolite per say and yet- one that so betrayed his displeasure with the very situation. How very unlike Sebastian! Yet, in that singular moment Dorian so found he was not wholly opposed to his lovers efforts. The Monarch oblivious to that reach of his own affinity that had, in those moments of panic with Serafinas hand, so begun to coax those deeply territorial notions within the vampire along with that need to protect Dorian himself from a very enemy his lover could hardly see. Serafina's attempts to once more engage him in that conversation of plants so prompted the silver of Dorain's gaze to return to the striking blue of her own. The manner in which her fingers toyed with the neckline of her dress hardly lost upon him as she so highlighted the decided...visibility of her femanine figure. Brennan, this time, so suddenly seeming to catch on to the woman's efforts. Dorian quote assured he had never been more thankful for the pirate in all his life. The other mans words a decidedly pointed demand for Serafina to cease her games. The witch, at last, seeming to find herself chastised enough to stop as her lips formed a ready pout. Dorian rather distressed at the notion he was surely being a poor host and yet any efforts to comfort the woman were surely halted by the fear she might return to touching him once more. Sera promptly announcing they were only here for the book regardless as she withdrew her hand from him and returned to tracing that plunging neckline. Dorian so making every effort to cast his eyes to Brennan alone as he spoke of those demons, Dorian distinctly curious as to whether or not they might be seen by anyone- or only Brennan himself and too- what weapon might be used to fight them.
Brennan's ready assurance that those demons were visible to any being so prompted that lift of Dorians gaze in a clear surprise. Surely, with such creatures running about, someone else had witnessed them? Then again, perhaps they were a terribly sneaky sort of creature that made themselves scarce when those they were uninterested in were present. Else, as Brennan suggested, the cities Hunters had worked diligently to fight agianst them. How very curious- and rather terrifying to consider all at once! It was that very notion of fighting those creatures that so prompted the Monarch's own queries upon just what Brennan fought them with. The pirate insisted that demons were rather alike vampires when it came to their destruction. Dorian inclined to frown at those notions of decapitation and heart removal so being mentioned in near the same sentence as his own husband! Yet too- how readily Brennan's words prompted that further thought within himself. The warlock asking after just what weapon Dorian so thought might work. Dorian's own hand extended slightly then, the Monarch's arm held out over the table before the most rarely used of his own talents was summoned readily into being. Those shadows responded quickly. That darkness that Dorian had almost feared for so long beginning to spiral about within the very palm of his hand. The Monarch so often loath to admit he possessed but any talent for....darkness in any sense and yet, if that power could be helpful to another then surely it was worth suggesting?
It was but several moments later that those shadows formed into the far more recognisable shape. Dorians hand reaching to enclose around the handle of that striking deep ebony blade he had crafted. The Fae having adjusted his usual style to form a very pirate-like cutlass. That beautifully balanced, ebony black sword was handed toward Brennan then for the warlock to examine. Dorian rather...proud of his work even if he so rarely admitted to his talents with that...darker power that surely seemed near out of place upon a man far more inclined to enjoy flowers.
"It is made of shadow steel. There is nothing it cannot cut, supernatural or otherwise. You may borrow it for your demons if you should like? I have no doubt that it will damage them far more than those more...conventional weapons."
Dorian nodded once more, the Fae assured of that very thing as Sebastian further insisted upon the safety of the city. His husband acting far more...curtly then he had come to anticipate from his lover even in the company of those he disliked and yet the Monarch could hardly deny that simple feeling of safety that so seemed to find him as Sebastian's arm moved to drape across the back of his own chair in that subtle gesture. Dorian, so at last free of Serafina's touches so leaned his figure closer to his husband in turn before Brennan moved to display that mark upon his arm. A true demon mark! The Fae King's gaze widened readily at the sight of that very emblem. Dorian leaning forward to eye it curiously. A ready plethora of questions coming to his mind! Serafina's own question seemed to prompt Brennan's attention back toward her. Dorian's allowing but one eye to raise slightly at that subtly concealed...argument of sorts the pair seemed to be having with those pointed tones before some sort of.....dog was mentioned. Any further queries the Monarch so had upon such a creature were abruptly ended by the return of Charles and the very book Dorian had promised his companion. Sebastian's near snarl in that moment hardly unnoticed. Dorian so offering his husband a near quizzical look, his hand coming to rest upon his lovers own knee beneath that table. How very upset Sebastian seemed!. That hefty, leather tome was handed to Brennan then. Dorian wholly oblivious to but any magic that hummed from within it that both Witch and Warlock seemed to fall upon with a renewed gusto. Brennan's very thanks but a moment later so coaxed that warm simper to Dorian's own lips. Even if he was afforded that incorrect title of 'Your Highness'. Serafina quick to correct her companion. How very curious that such a woman as she should know those correct terms! That surprise so linger upon Dorian's features for but a moment before his gaze returned to Brennan.
"Your quite welcome. You may keep it so as you need. It is of no use to Sebastian and I. Thank you too, Serafina. Sebastian as a Prince is referred to as His Highness. As a King I am His Majesty."
Brenna, he was assured, was so unlikely to care for such things and yet there was surely little harm to be had in explaining that very thing to the man. That book, Dorian was sure, was a fitting gift for that evening in which Brennan had assisted him in turn. The Fae rather hoping his pirate companion would indeed find that tome useful. The mans insistence that Dorian was quite the 'topper' so seeing the Italian glance toward his husband in clear bafflement of the phrase. Surely it was a pleasant phrase. How very much he might like to be a 'topper' so provided it was a pleasing thing. It was at that moment that the near neon blue light seemed to suddenly burst into life upon Brennan's very arm. Dorian jolting in surprise before his gaze so shifted from Brennan, to his arm and back again. Had not the man stated but moments ago that such a mark was only apt to glow when Demons were near? Dorians silver eyes shifted but briefly toward Sebastian then before returning to the table at large.
"Do you know, I quite think we are out of tea? It was a pleasure to have your company this evening. Perhaps we might show you out?"
How very unwilling he was to risk some sort of unholy creature within his own home! Dorian hardly daring to shift from Sebastian's side all the same....