Despite how seemingly simple such conversation surely was, there is a distinct part within Dorian that so enjoys even these otherwise frivolous words. Encouraging the vampire to speak of anything in regards to himself, or indeed those interests that did not so pertain to what new idea Dorian himself may have considered for their next time between the sheets, was decidedly rare. It was intriguing to him, truly, that of all those whom he had known over so many countless centuries there were precious few for whom such conversation would hold any interest for him outside of that forced politeness that so seemed to thrive like an undercurrent within the Courts of his palace. Yet, here and now, Dorian finds himself almost pleasantly intrigued by just what food the man so seemed to enjoy outside of the blood he needed. Such things noted quietly by the ever-observant Fae if only for the fact that perhaps, one day, such knowledge might be of use to him. For now the King finds himself content to learn even these small intricacies of his companion although this bread pudding he spoke of seemed a truly unusual food, though one perhaps, that was far less exciting in its presentation then the meal that so followed.

Dorian remains entirely assured he has never quite seen anything like this, the meal an oddity that so readily seems to captivate his attention, Dorian so wholly taken with anything that affords even the smallest indication of newness. He is entirely familiar with both beef and pastry and yet this combination of the two is well beyond his own experience. The better part of his existence, at least the way it had been when his mortal family were still alive, had been so punctuated with a nearly endless supply of food and yet there was a basicness to it that the man had truly never considered until now. Food, he is assured, had changed within all the years in which he had simply abstained from it- having grown bored of even that within his time and yet perhaps his intrigue might well be ignited once more by such things as this. He is oblivious entirely to Sebastian's eyes upon him and too the fashion in which the vampire so surely desired Dorian to like the meal with which he was presented. Indeed it is the matter of how such a thing was correctly eaten that so seems to absorb his mind for now- waiting until Sebastian moved to eat and thus allowing Dorian to imitate such a thing. It is food such as this, he is assured, that might very well encourage him to start eating again if only for a desire to try the very things he had missed. Although truly any hope Samantha might well provide such meals was perhaps a distant one. Even so, the man can hardly hide the grin that so adorns his features, Dorian more than merely satisfied with this meal. How Samantha would surely have laughed to see him so inclined to finish a meal when she herself so struggled to encourage more than a few bites from him.

The wine itself provides yet another decidedly new experience, one Dorian prefers distinctly to the one and only other adventure he had held with modern alcohol at the hands of Malek. Whiskey he is assured, is not nearly as pleasant as this and yet if anything might be said for that rather disastrous night- Dorian had well learned entirely where his tolerance for the more modern of alcohols lay. One glass, he is assured, is the safest area to remain within even despite his particular pleasure in these flavours alone. Sebastian's words momentarily seek to pull him from his own considerations, Dorian hardly finding himself inclined to disagree in this regard, his own head nodding softly.

"It is far better than the watery sort I am used to- or at least as I remember it."

He muses the words softly, attention returned now to his meal, the Fae having managed to eat very near all of it before his attention so wanders towards the rest of their evening and what else the vampire may well have planned. He had not truly anticipated his question might be answered and yet he had been inclined perhaps, to see how much information Sebastian might provide him with- the manner in which the vampire's words so seem to trail off with just that hint of intrigue only further stoking the Fae Kings often relentless curiosity. The man's refusal to answer any further questions upon this place sees a soft, playful, roll of the Fae's eyes in perhaps something of a break from the more traditional dinner decorum that was so expected of him.

"Very well, I suppose."

How exasperating the vampire was sometimes! Dorian returns to what remains of his meal, quite content to finish those last few morsels- the fae having managed to eat the entirety of it along with a truly decent portion of the sides before at last laying his cutlery down to wait for Sebastian to finish his own.

"Bastien..."

Ah, but how many things had so started with even that simple word, Dorian leaning slightly forward upon the table to rest his head within his hand. His silver gaze meeting the darker hue of his companions own.

"Are you entirely sure you cannot tell me about this place we are going?"

It is decidedly easy to allow his free hand to rest upon Sebastian's leg beneath the table much as he had done within the car, one finger tracing an almost absentminded pattern atop the fabric of the man's pants. Dorian's features are content to remain entirely neutral as if he is so unaware of the actions of his own hand before it makes the gentlest of progressions upward, higher and higher still- halted quite abruptly before it might be inclined to grace any truly sensitive areas. The simper that so adorns the fae's lips is nothing short of cunning in it's design, the softest of chuckles slipped between as he moves to lean so suddenly back once more- hands returned entirely to himself. His actions both playful and yet too- a simple excuse to touch his companion once more as he so desired to do. A sigh forced from his lips.

"I suppose though I should like to be surprised and you said you would not answer more questions, so surely you should not like me to ask them."

He grins lightly once more, such a look holding within it no small measure of simple affection for the man opposite him, allowing Sebastian to finish the remains of his meal in peace before Dorian moves to stand from the table. His lips press softly to Sebastian's cheek as he finds himself beside his companion once more.

"Thank you for dinner- I enjoyed it very much. I find I quite like your English food."

It is entirely the truth, Dorian moving to follow his companion readily back towards the car. The man more than intrigued to discover just what this Aquarium was.

Dorian Aragona