As much as Sebastian perhaps hated to admit it to himself, the prospect of stealing the fairy King away to London on such an excursion was altogether a delightfully tempting notion. He was far more taken to the fairy then he usually would have allowed himself to become and the prospect of having to man entirely to himself for nearly two weeks was almost too good of a prospect to pass up. Weather or not Dorian knew exactly what he was agreeing too, Sebastian wasn't entirely sure but, for a brief moment in time, he allowed himself to be fooled enough by the idea that his companion didn't terribly hate spending such extended time with him, even if the invitation was accepted only by politeness. Still, the vampire hardly dwelled on the topic for any considerable amount of time, instead stooping down to pick up the young woman who had fallen at his feet. His gaze turned back towards his companion as the card was thrust back within his general direction, his cerulean gaze briefly brushed over the address before Sebastian nodded ever so slightly, his head tilting upwards with a momentary thought before he stepped within the direction he thought would put them on the street indicated. At the very least, his life style gave him a rather intimate knowledge of the city his occupied.

Sebastian led them down the more favorable streets within the Western side that might lead them towards the girl's home. He hardly attempted any real small talk - such had never really been his forte after all. The men were taught not to pry, such gossip was a woman's business and without conversational pieces such as hunting in the King's forest or the latest numbers of the deaths of peasants, there was decidedly little to say. Regardless of his sudden muteness, however, Sebastian was entirely aware of the man at his side, just as he too was aware of the girl nestled closely against his chest. It was silly, perhaps, that he almost wished the pair switched places with Dorian instead in his arms and the girl walking beside him and yet, somehow, the fairy King managed to create such curious wants from the Englishman. The sudden brush against his shoulder, however, readily drew Sebastian from his silly daydreams, his darkly hued gaze turned immediately to the man at his side, a soft smile touched his lips in the process. Sebastian nearly found himself addicted to Dorian's touch, the smallest of caresses saw him wanting more and while that alone was not entirely unusual for the man, this was somehow completely different then that lust the generally occupied his life (though really it wasn't often he lusted for his victims either).

Dorian's words, however, certainly served to capture Sebastian's attention, his lips parted almost immediately to answer though scarcely a syllable left his lips before he felt Dorian's fingertips brush against his neck in a caress that made his skin feel warm even after Dorian's fingers left. He was painfully aware of the sensation of the fairy's fingertip as they traced a trail down his sleeve and down towards his wrist and for a moment, Sebastian shifted the girl in his arms to allow Dorian's touch to linger. "It is." Sebastian admitted softly, as Dorian pulled his hand away. Sebastian knew what was coming next the moment Dorian began to mention that he knew of another place just as suitable as the wrist and the neck. The thigh was by far his favorite of places, the artery that ran there was succulent with the life force he so craved. He could feel the touch of Dorian's fingers on his jeans, immediately invoking a reaction from him. His jeans suddenly felt vastly more restrictive then they were but moment's ago. Softly, Sebastian's breath seemed to hitch, his body both yearning and preparing for Dorian's touch - except that it didn't come. A small frown traced his features as Dorian pulled away from him, immediately stepping out of his range of grasp.

He knew well what Dorian was doing - managing that which so few had even attempted before. Though really it was scarcely a surprise, after all, once upon a time this was very much how their world worked - the subtle touches that brushed against fabric to suggest more that was not provided. It was an art form he still deployed on the regular and one his body reacted too as readily as it had all those centuries ago - aching with desire for the fairy's touch. "I might." He responded with a small grin slowly crossing his own features, and yet, even though touch might be presently out of his grasp, Sebastian was still fully capable of playing this game in some measure. "I would love to taste all of you, Dorian." He spoke softly, his gaze entirely steadfast upon the man next to him, his tone had dropped an octave, his voice held a hint of that desire that Dorian so strove to stroke to life. "Maybe next time, I will take from one of those other places." His eyebrow rose ever so slightly at the suggestion he had provided, hoping that it might prompt within the fairy the same imagery that filled his own mind at the touch of Dorian's fingers.

Thankfully, Sebastian was spared too much more of Dorian's teasing simply because, well, they had arrived to their destination. The vampire paused in his footsteps, his gaze slowly leaving his companion if only to glance at the shabby brick faced apartment building the stood in front of. "I think this is it." He spoke, glancing at the numbers that decorated the side of the building. He hoped this was it, his streak of politeness was certainly failing abruptly when presented with such tantalizing suggestions from the fairy King himself. "Can you fetch her keys?" He inquired, Sebastian's gaze once again settled entirely upon Dorian, it was silly really, in moments such as these when the man was so close to him, very little else mattered to the vampire. Somehow, Dorian had captured Sebastian under his spell and the more time that passed, the less Sebastian found he cared that this was surely only a phase for his companion. After all - when a King could have anyone, why settle for just one?