Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.

How that brilliant smile so lit up the fair features of the petite fae! Her silvery eyes stared up at him with a sort of implicit unwavering trust. How keen she was to assure the Englishman that she liked his name, and without hesitation, Sebastian returned the radiant grin she gave him with a far gentler one of his own. Easily, the Prince gestured at the place beside him, inviting the fae woman closer rather than that place beneath the table that she had considered hiding at. Thankfully, she seemed ever eager to accept his every suggestion, his affinity perhaps working a bit better than Sebastian had anticipated. That, in itself, was quite the rarity. After all, the Incubus had been at this game for an exceptionally long time. She wiggled enthusiastically towards him, her whole body seemed to move with the gesture and yet, she was quick to settle next to him, the weight of those sterling eyes entirely placed on him. Intently, she seemed to stare at him, the far woman seemingly fascinated by the unique color of his eyes. If only she knew that range of shades they could encompass! A warm chuckle left the Englishman's lips, that 'thank you', he offered her entirely genuine as her thoughts poured unfiltered through her lips.

The sudden inquiry of her pursuer prompted Sebastian to glance back out the booth and towards the roped-off entrance. The vampire, he could tell, was getting desperate. His confirmation only served to bring a flutter to her heart, one that Sebastian could faintly hear over the loud beat of the music thanks only to his sheer proximity to her. He was oblivious of those memories that crimson color hair drew up for the girl, though that story he was suddenly rewarded with prompted a small frown upon the Englishman's features. It was hardly surprising, perhaps, that another vampire might seek to harm her, purposefully or otherwise. Their kind, after all, held an extraordinary strength and she was a delicate flower, capable of snapping so easily. It was that mention of the kiss she'd experienced at the hands of that brutish vampire that brought a glimpse of utter bafflement upon the Prince's features, his eyebrows furrowing in blatant disbelief. He watched as she brought her hand to her lips in clear consideration and yet...Sebastian found himself incapable of allowing the lovely woman to believe that was how a kiss was supposed to be.

Carefully, Sebastian explained the very intricacies that came with that soft brush of lips. Kisses, he was certain, were something meant to be savored, something to be enjoyed. Still, even he was aware of the certain sort of...pleasure that could come from a moment built upon rough and raw passion. His inquiry, admittedly, was meant purely to find her own preferences as he inquired if she liked that kiss. The Prince watched as her eyebrows furrowed in contemplation before her head shook ever so slightly in disagreement. "I think, love, that was a bad kiss." He commented, attempting to make that very moment far more lighthearted with that warm simper upon his features. The Englishman's head tilted to the side as he listened to her careful consideration of kisses and the appropriate time to offer such a gesture. In the end, her assurance that kisses were only meant for people they liked caused his head to bob in slight agreement. The fae hardly paused though, the girl contemplating the very oddity of the action altogether in a manner that brought a warm chuckle to the vampire's lips. "Ahh, my that is because you have not experienced a good kiss, I think."

For a brief moment, Illiana seemed lost to her thoughts, that silence settling but briefly between the pair and yet, Sebastian made no effort to break it, the Incubus ever patient. He was hardly prepared for the inquiry of a 'kiss attack', his brow rose at the very idea of it. "A...kiss attack?" Sebastian inquired, his head tilting to the side at the curious terminology. Vaguely, he couldn't help but wonder if his victims would have deemed his advances a 'kiss attack'. It was her query of hate however, the caused the vampire to shake his head. "No, love, I can't say that I've ever hated anyone.....at least not yet." He provided her with another of those small simpers, the vampire entirely willing to leave the future open for the possibility that one day, he might experience such a dreadful emotion. That sudden query of the vampire who stalked her, however, pushed away such thoughts as Sebastian gestured lightly in the general direction of the roped-off entrance and red-headed vampire. "Him?" He inquired with a raised brow before his head shook once again. "No, I do not think so love. However, if you'd like, I'd be happy to show you what one of those kisses are like, hm? The kind you might enjoy?"