The Sun Also Rises
There was no small degree of excitement to be had in picking apart that carefully layered wax paper, the Monarch reaching to pluck one of those traditional Nepalese sweets from within. Dorian's gaze, for several moments, rested upon that glorious floral design the treat seemed to hold. How wonderful it was! Dorian, with his own love of art, had long since come to appreciate food that held artistic talent in turn. Food presentation, after all, was merely an extension of art itself. Even if not an area he himself so excelled within. Cooking was something of a skill he had not yet mastered even despite his efforts. His lack of any real need for food, after all, had made cooking decidedly low on his own list of priorities and yet how he adored to see it presented before him all the same! Abigail, surely, had done exceptionally well with those treats. The Monarch was eager to offer her that praise before lifting that pastery to his lips and taking the first bite. The sweet, fluffiness of that dessert was nothing short of appealing. Dorian inclined to find himself decidedly fond of the taste. Abigail spoke eagerly of her people back home and the designs they were capable of crafting. Her's, it seemed, at least by her own omission, paling in comparison to the skills of others and yet really- Dorian found it hard to picture a more elaborate design then the one he had been presented with. The Fae was nothing short of impressed with Abigail's work.
"They do look very much like daisies. It is a lovely design."
Dorian nodded readily in agreement. The Monarch took another bite before further praising the taste as a warm simper found his lips. The squeak of delight that seemed to erupt from within the young woman at his own clear pleasure so readily coaxed a chuckle to his lips. That grin upon his features widening all the more as he sought to finish that very treat before insisting that, next time, he would have to have an Italian dessert made for Arlo and herself. Perhaps, after that, they might do something from Sebastian's native England. A food tour of sorts. The very idea was one he was assured he might run past his own husband before the Monarch seemed to remember the very reason Abigail had come. The woman so apparently had desired to ask him something about Arlo. Whatever words Abigail had attempted to offer him seemed to all but die upon her lips. Her cheeks breaking out into such a fierce and notable blush that Dorian could hardly help that bafflement that so surely found his own face. Had he....offended her in some fashion? She was positively glowing! Those very words of concern all but caught within his own throat as Abigail suddenly sighed, the red-haired woman allowed her gaze to trail away from him before unleashing a veritable torrent of words! How fierce that blush became as she blundered onward. Dorian's mind struggled to process that....request of sorts she seemed to have of him. Her words prompted a decided look of shock to his own features. Dorian's silver gaze blinking several times into that stunned silence.
Surely he had misheard her? Surely she did not desire to talk to him about...sex did she? In all the years he had lived he was near assured no women had ever asked him about such matters. Discussions of such intimacy, after all, were staunchly kept between a husband and wife or spoken of between men at a tavern or ladies within the solitude of a parlour room. A Mother and daughter perhaps, just as a father and son, held those discussions when a child was of age to understand his or her social responsibilities. Dorian assured he had never yet heard of a young woman approaching a man for such things! How very...modern the world had become, how terribly bold! Dorian, in that moment, inclined to find himself both astounded and near intrigued by that question all at once. Abigail, he knew, was decidedly....innocent in every fashion. The fierce redness to her features only further adding to her near vulnerable look in that moment. That very look so near tugging at his own heart. How very odd such a conversation might be and yet how very much he desired to....protect her, in some fashion, from the veritable unknown she was presented with. Indeed, a part of the Monarch found himself flattered that Abigail trusted him so very much to seek his judgement on such a thing. Dorian, at last, seemed to force that shock aside. His look far more bemused now as a warm simper found his lips.
"I have never been asked about sex by a woman before, it surprised me, that is all but, darling, I think it is quite alright and i do not mind that you asked. I think we are the kind of friends who can talk of such things so there is no need to fret. I shall do my best to help you, though I am a little confused."
Abigail, after all, had spoken terribly fast. Dorian shifted slightly within his seat then, the Monarch reaching forward to rest his hand momentarily on her own. Such a touch designed entirely to draw her gaze back to his own, flushed features and all, before he drew his hand away. That truth fell from his lips then. After all, his own past....exploits were hardly secretive. The world was well aware that neither Sebastian nor himself had been virgins when they had married.
"When you say that Arlo wants 'all these things', do you mean you are unsure why Arlo wants sex at all or has he asked you to do soemthing...specific that you find yourself unsure of? It is quite alright to tell him if you are uncomfortable with a specific....position or...er.....method. In response to your question though, yes, I have had sex with both men and women before I married Sebastian."
Perhaps Arlo was simply moving too quickly for her? Else the vampire had asked her to do something she found herself fearful off?Then again, if she was asking why Arlo wanted sex at all, well, uch a thing was another matter entirely....