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.

The very last place the Englishman anticipated to find himself by the night's end was deep within the undergrowth of the forest that surrounded Sacrosanct. How few of his 'dates' would ever find the dark woods comforting, Iliana was clearly an outlier. It hardly took longer before the young woman again felt drawn to him, her hand reaching for his as she intertwined her fingers within his own. Purposefully she tugged him further into the depths of the wooded trees, veering off the well established pathway and through the bushes that reached out to tug at his dress slacks with each movement they made. Sebastian was, admittedly, hardly dressed for a trek through the forest though he said little of it, so many of his outfits were filtered through his closet after being worn only a handful of times. The Englishman was wholly unaware of Illiana's own ability, the Prince aware only of the existence of those other creatures on the periphery of his senses. He could hear their hearts pounding in their chests, the melody was the background music of his life, even if it became more prominent in the quietness of the night. Slowly, the pathway before them opened up, the dense shrubbery no longer restricting the pair from their single line and, quite on cue, Iliana snuggled up with his arm, her fingers still tightly embracing his own.

The navy hue of Sebastian's gaze shifted towards the girl at his side, his own affinity ever present as it wrapped her in a warm alluring embrace. He was hardly prepared for the inquiry that seemed to linger heavily upon her mind - his teeth after all, were not often asked after, especially not in the manner Iliana did. A soft chuckle left Sebastian's lips, even as the Englishman admitted that, once upon a time, their sharpened points had taken some...getting used to, to say the least. It was hardly dignified, to admit how he had struggled once with those sharpened fangs. How feverishly he had once tried to deny his craving for blood, to indulge in those foods that had once been a requirement to sustain his life. How quickly Sebastian discovered that fangs were hardly suited for the sustenance of the mortal realm. It was a careful craft, re-learning how to eat even an apple without embedding his fangs in it's flesh. Once upon a time, it had been a source of endless frustration. Such thoughts of the past, however, were pushed away from the vampire's mind as Iliana inquired if he liked them. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side in consideration before his shoulder shrugged vaguely. "They have their uses." The Englishman responded easily enough.

Her insistence that his teeth were far better then her ears, however, caused Sebastian to glance towards those delicate points. For a brief moment, Sebastian paused, his free hand reached up to sweep that blonde hair behind her distinctly fae ears. His fingers delicately traced the outline of them as he glanced down at her, "I like your ears, you shouldn't hide them." The Prince commented softly. The moment, however, was fleeting before Iliana returned to her happy chatter, continuing to guide him further into the depths of the forest and further away from the bodyguards who were undoubtedly nervous about his absence. Iliana was keen to point out the animals they passed, particularly one seemingly judgmental owl who fluttered away after a few choice thoughts upon Sebastian's footwear. Owls, he was certain, paled in comparison to the deer that Sebastian fostered upon his own estates, the vampire more than willing to admit such even if it prompted an immediate reaction from his companion. She seemed almost startled by his inclinations before insisting that they were far nicer than owls, the deer apparently inclined to speak to her much in the same way the winged bird had done before. Iliana, clearly, held some sort of affinity that allowed her communication with the forest life that surrounded them. It was becoming all the more clear to him why this was the place she adored most - after all, it seemed the entire forest were her companions.

Iliana led Sebastian deeper into the forest, the trees opened up a final time to admit the pair into a clearing of sorts. Abruptly, the young woman disentangled herself from his arm, only to move purposefully within that outcrop as if she was searching for...something. Sebastian stood upon the very edge, his hands settled into his pockets as he watched her in momentary silence as she spoke of her own worries at dragging him from his dance club. Sebastian was quick to brush off her concern, only to offer her to dance instead, if it truly perturbed her. The very suggestion caused the fae girl to wheel upon her toes, her whole features seemed to light up at the very notion of the idea as she insisted she'd very much like to dance indeed. The girl was keen to list off the dances she knew, many mere vague names given to the modern equivalent of 'dancing', however, it was the mention of the 'boring fancy stuff' that caused an almost weak simper to flutter across the Englishman's features. Iliana was hardly the first to call those dances Sebastian had grown up on as 'boring', even if they were the very type of dancing he preferred. There was something comfortable and magical about those set steps, each partner having a dedicated role beyond merely 'twirling and wiggling' as she had called it.

"I fear, my darling, those boring fancy dances are what I know best. But...perhaps you will let me show you how...enjoyable they can be, hm?" He inquired as the Prince stepped forward and into the clearing, only for Iliana to back away from him in response. Her gaze was steadfast upon him as the girl insisted he should teach her, her very steps pausing before she dipped into a deep curtsy. Another soft chuckle reverberated from his lips as Sebastian held out a single hand towards her, "Come here, dove, I will teach you how to properly waltz." He promised, waiting only as long as it took for her hand to settle within his. Sebastian reached for her other one, only to place it gingerly upon his shoulder. "This hand goes here," The Englishman informed her before his hand found its place upon her waist. He glanced pointedly down towards their feet, certain she would follow his gaze. "Step back with your right foot." Sebastian instructed her, the Englishman stepping forward to follow her own feet, "And now your left..." He continued, outlining each step to that simple combination of steps, leading the pair in a slow box like pattern where they stood in the midst of the forest. He repeated it several times, carefully ensuring the enthusiastic girl remembered each of those steps before glancing up at her with a small simper of encouragement. "Now...we're going to do it while moving...do you think you're ready?"