Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

How blatantly obvious it was to the ever-observant vampire that the woman standing before him today was entirely different than the one he had met all those years ago. There was a haunted, tired look to her turquoise colored irises, one that Sebastian often chose to simply not comment upon as he offered her those blissful moments of reprieve from whatever so tormented her mind. Her explanation of the pair's frequent encounters was, admittedly, much to be expected, despite Sebastian's earlier reservation. Though their intentions greatly differed, they were predators of the same prey. How quick the pair were to deviate from those far more somber topics, both avoiding the gloom that came with the past. Rather, it was the vague compliment that brought that warm simper back to the Italian Prince's lips, one that was surely influenced by the young woman's affinity as she so diminished those usually tightly held inhibitions within the vampire. How he enjoyed bring the one to bring a touch of light into the dimness of her world, to make things more...enjoyable, in some manners. For so long, it had been Sebastian's very role in life, one that hardly seemed to have dissipated, it would seem, with his own marriage.

Her inquiry with his intentions, however, prompted a small glimpse of consideration from the vampire. She was hardly wrong, per se. For much of his life, Sebastian had been shockingly wealthy, a fact he had rarely put on display and yet his marriage into the royal family had brought the vampire the veritable world. Sebastian was more than capable of indulging in the company of any he so choose - so why then did he enjoy her? Although the answer the vampire provided her was nothing more than entirely logical, and one she seemed to readily agree with, there was a secondary reason that so brought the Englishman back to the snow leopard's side time and time again. It was a simple act of chemistry - that sexual tension between the pair simply existing in a way that he found with so few without the direct manipulation of their pheromones. She had orbited him of her own volition from the very moment they had met - that connection between the pair had been utterly undeniable from the very beginning. It was, perhaps, that irrefutable attraction that prompted his fingers to tenderly reach out, tenderly stroking the side of her face as he directed Carolina's attention quite physically back towards himself and that offer for time away from those thoughts that so potently seemed to distract her.

How he so enjoyed the reaction something so simple as touch could provoke within the woman, Carolina's gaze fluttering closed for one sweet moment before her irises refocused upon him and his invitation. The crystalline hue of Sebastian's own eyes lingered upon her as she admitted just how clear she so often was with her own agenda. Oh how very aware he was of that simple fact! The vampire had certainly not forgotten their last evening together. Sebastian had, on the occasional moment, thought back upon that very offer of her body she'd once given him, much less the struggle to deny himself when he had so watched Carolina find the height of her own pleasure in front of him. "No, you certainly have not." He muttered, his baritone voice taking on an almost husky tone at the very memory. Truthfully, Sebastian was hardly surprised by her desire to escape from the dance club she had quite literally run from - his head bobbing ever so slightly in understanding before Carolina inquired as to what he might have in mind. Oh, the options before them! "There is a cafe a block away with magnificent crepes....or we can go back to your place. As you said, love, the world is my oyster...so we can go wherever your heart desires."