Sebastian Ellington
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.
This was, by far, the most ridiculous conversation he'd ever attempted to have with a young woman. He found himself inquiring, truly, if it mattered at all if this vampiress was the one promise to Dorian's companion. After all, what would he do if it was her? Say how do you do and be on his way? Unfortunately, those words had already left his lips, inquiring if she happened, per chance, to know anyone with the name of Troy. He could already tell of her unease, that predator sense within the man blossoming to life. She seemed tense, fidgety, almost, as if she could not wait to be out of his presence though, truly, Sebastian hardly posed any sort of threat to the woman in the slightest. He was, however, equally as observant to that way her features seemed to soften ever so slightly at the name of her beau. That question of concern, however, was one he was altogether quick to reassure her on.
That inquiry of who he was hardly surprised him in the least. He too would likely have been suspicious if a strange soul came asking him of his lover, the vampire fiercely protective of the fae King. The truth of it, however, even caused Sebastian to hesitate ever so slightly, unsure, really, if she even knew of Troy's friends or that Monarchy he had served within.