It was a rare thing indeed for the Fae King to so engage in any open conversation in regards to his lover. He was hardly ashamed of Sebastian in any sense, not at all! More so he was simply a private being. Those emotions, in his own time, would have been cast aside as foolish or womanly and not at all the thing a man should speak of and indeed it was often only to Sebastian himself that he so admitted those feelings of love. Yet to speak quietly of them, to some extent, to Raven alone was almost freeing in a fashion. The woman hardly seeming displeased or distressed by his union with another man as she would surely have been within his own time. Dorian so aware, once more, that while the girl was distinctly modern she was in possession of something of an old soul. Her behaviours, her actions- they reminded him much of the women of his own time. It was pleasing to him, comforting in a sense and yet for all that age-old grace and pleasantness she possessed she too- held a distinct modernity about her that was refreshing.

It was curious, the way he so felt his features begin to warm as he spoke of that man he adored, Dorian almost momentarily embarrassed to be caught as such, that simper tugging at his features all the same as his words finally ended, his silver gaze cast upwards at last to Raven- the woman seeming equally as pleased to her of Sebastian as he had been to hear of her Tobias. Such an old name. Dorian so momentarily wondering if her companion was much the same as her with those age-old values and yet, from what she had said of him, it seemed as if he might well be a distinctly new-age individual. At least of sorts. Dorian finding himself afflicted with questions he was assured were improper to ask of a woman after she had said all she wished to say on the matter all the same. The Fae so casting aside those idle queries for now as his empty cup was laid to rest once more upon that saucer. His gaze returned to Raven's own then as she spoke of her desire, perhaps, that they might all meet one day. Dorian entirely curious as to that hesitance that seemed to touch her words still, the woman seeming quite unsure as to how her own mate might handle such a thing. Dorian so unable to possibly imagine what this man was like that so seemed to prompt the woman to love him so dearly and yet worry for him all at once. This idea that her own mate was 'territorial' saw his own head tilt slightly in inquisitiveness and yet he afforded it little comment. His features frowning lightly all the same as he so considered the woman's words.

"I should like that and yet I fear I need ask you to perhaps look at a photograph for me."

It had become almost something of a joke between Sebastian and himself the amount of women that Dorian befriended only to discover, usually at unfortunate times, that Sebastian had already met them one way or another. Those encounters so far having proven perhaps less then positive. Things with Samantha had gone so terribly astray that Dorian had all but wiped the encounter from his mind and while things with Vhalla had ultimately worked out for the better and indeed Dorian was assured all three of them had found mostly pleasant ground with one another it had come at the cost of his living room. It would be better, surely, to find out sooner rather than later as to whether or not Raven too had already met his lover and- should she prefer not to meet him again- then she might simply bow out gracefully well before she found herself seated across from him. Dorian having no desire for either his companion or his lover to be subject to any discomfort. His hand reached easily into his pocket, plucking that phone from within, fingers swiping across the screen to find that folder of pictures the Fae had taken throughout their holiday in England and Italy and everywhere in between. The man diligently selecting one that showed both he and Sebastian well-dressed in their suits before their first public appearance in Naples his arm wrapped around his lovers neck, tugging him into the shot, those grins adorning both of them so much so that it tugged a smile to his lips even now before he turned that screen to face Raven.

"There are some within this city whom know Sebastian already and I think perhaps it might be better if it is so I ask you first whether or not you know him. I should not like for you to meet him and be surprised to find you have already met."