Sebastian's gaze lingered upon the crumpled body of the young woman upon the dock, her chest rising and falling in a steady fashion that told him she was still well and alive. The man could hardly deny that the mention of the way women once were had certainly tugged at his thoughts. Oh how well he had once excelled at that subtle art form of flirting! It was a world he had mastered, seducing not only the opposing gender with just a perfectly placed simper but also, and perhaps more difficult still, his own gender behind closed doors. He could hardly deny how much he missed that era he had been born in but dwelling would hardly bring it back. Instead he watched as women abandoned corsets and such long flowing dresses, he'd watched as jeans became the new thing and then the rise for women's rights. He watched as the gay and bisexual movement came full swing till it was accepted and no longer merely a scandal. Everything was different now and though Sebastian surely flourish within this world as much as he did his own, the forbiddenness of it all had made it more enticing then such openness that existed now.

It was the sound of Dorian's voice that pulled Sebastian from such thoughts, his gaze shifting towards the man in front of him. Briefly he shook his head ever so slightly, "No, I don't think the bar would appreciate that..." Sebastian paused for a moment before adding after consideration, "Then they would have to see to it that she gets home." Despite the man's lack of real interest in the girl, he disliked the notion of making his choice in her someone else's' problem. No, he would see this through and ensure she safely returned to the home she'd ventured so foolishly from earlier in the evening. She was lucky, in that aspect, that it was him she had so naively left the establishment with instead of another. He was not nearly as willing to take advantage of the unconscious female as others might have done. Unfortunately, he was also neither half so eager to perform such gentlemanly duties as others might have been. Instead, his attention turned back towards the man in front of him, a singular step taken within Dorian's direction as he inquired to the fairy King's presence in a part of town that was surely beneath his stature.

His head tilted to the side in an inquisitive fashion as Dorian explained exactly the adventure that had gotten him this far, a warm simper immediately flushed his features at the sheer notion of Dorian jumping out of a window into the shrubbery though why such had been necessary in the first place was certainly beyond him. Still, he could hardly help the soft chuckle at the imagination of it and gingerly the man reached out to pluck some still lingering leaves from Dorian's hair. "I suppose that would explain this then." He commented, dropping it only to fetch another from the depths of Dorian's locks. It was the fairy's gesture back towards his fallen companion that momentarily pulled Sebastian's attention away from the king himself, his fingers still twirling the fetched twig between the as he listened to Dorian's reminiscing with but the occasional nod of agreement. "In London, the oldest of us sometimes host parties. The attire, the women, the whole environment is as it once was. Many of us still remember. I think you would like such a night as that. Perhaps one day." A small smile danced upon his features at the invitation he provided his companion though he hardly truly expected Dorian to take him up on such an offer.

"I would be happy to, Your Grace." Sebastian responded, turning his attention back towards the girl, he stooped down just enough to shift through her wallet before handing his companion the young woman's driver's license. At the very least that should provide them with enough information on where they were heading. It took decidedly little effort to scoop the crumbled girl into his arms, his own supernatural capabilities saw her weight as little more than a feather. For a brief moment, his darkly hued gaze glanced down at the girl, still nearly dissatisfied at the way his own dinner had been stolen by alcohol and yet, he hardly lingered upon it long before his attention returned towards Dorian in a vastly more interested fashion. "Where are we headed to?"