Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better
There was something all too natural for the vampiric mail about such social gatherings. Parties had always particularly been his playing field - even within his rather short life. He enjoyed the fashion at which the loud music and mumbling of exterior conversations seemed to reverberate around them. He enjoyed the way she stood far closer to him then she might otherwise if they had met elsewhere. There was, after all, a spark between the two enigmatic creatures, a peculiar kind of connection that drew him into the sensuous female. She was perhaps as acutely aware of the nuances of his body language and he was to her own. She seemed to have little difficulty noting the fashion at which his crystalline gaze lingered upon her fingers as she toyed with the bottom of her corset. The tips of her fingers drew across her bodice and upwards and likewise his pale blue gaze too followed the tracing of her garment before his attention was refocused upon her fair features. She was toying with him - only he was aware of it perhaps as much as she too was. His gaze hardly tarried from her face as she stepped closer towards him, her hands flush and warm and his chilled skin. If he was caught off guard, it didn't show, the entirety of his attention devoted to her as she too glanced back upwards at him.

The moment was quite literally spellbinding, his interest in the rest of the party nearly falling away entirely. The only thing that mattered to Sebastian within that moment was her. It was a certain sort of intensity that he was all too willing to provide her with, at least for tonight. Sebastian was entirely straight forward with his capabilities when it came to the interlacing of corsets, perhaps more forward then he might normally have been so early into the interaction. Still - she seemed perhaps just as much game as he was. Her breathy laughter was hardly ignored and yet her response hardly offends him, regardless of the unspoken words that accompany it. It was perhaps incredibly easy to note the vampire's particularly suave nature. He bedded partners perhaps with the same briskness as some might go through candy bars - never visiting the same individual more than twice. It was perhaps this experience with others that led him to believe that she might be over the same variety - after all she was far too skilled at such wanton flirtation to be so demure and chaste.

A slight glimpse of disappointment crossed his masculine features as she pulled back from him and yet he hardly chased her - at least not yet. Instead, at her inquiry his gaze shifted towards the crowd at large, glancing over the individual's present only to fall upon one timid red-head. He gestured towards her with a point of his finger, his attention shifting back towards the woman at her side. "She is our hostess for tonight. Her and her business partner own the Tavern though I've never met him. I believe..." He paused, glancing around only to find the quite visibly furious form of Damon himself, "...that is him." For but a fleeting moment, Sebastian found himself naturally inquisitive of the testosterone war that seemed to exist around the red head. It was peculiar to him, considering her lingering needs for love. How she could miss everyone in front of her who so seemed to vie for her attention was beyond him. He shook his head ever so slightly, his interest within the congregation at large waning as quickly as it had been piqued. Instead, he turned his attention to the only individual in the room who had interested him, "I take it you're here to crash the party?" He inquired, his English accent holding a teasing lilt to it.