Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

There was, Sebastian had learned, a certain necessity for the protection that surrounded the Prince. That freedom he had once enjoyed had vanished before his eyes and yet, love, he found, was somehow worth the lack of independence that the vampire had once so easily flouted. The very possibility that his life might be in jeopardy had seemingly not occurred to the woman across from him, that brief look of astonishment upon her features hardly unmissed by the Englishman and yet, he provided her with a gentle simper even in spite of the dismal topic at hand. His own demeanor around Carolina had, admittedly, hardly reflected his newfound status as Prince though Sebastian was the epitome of a multifaceted man. So few who witnessed that princely demeanor ever saw even a glimpse of the playboy he was still entirely capable of being. The vehicle slowly rolled to a halt, that sudden absence of movement finally prompting a syllable from Carolina's tempting sweetheart lips. A soft chuckle echoed from the vampire's throat as he nodded in agreement. "As can I." He offered, just as his door opened to the suited figure of his bodyguard. A soft word of thanks was uttered to the man as Sebastian slid out of the SUV, the vampire pausing only to offer Carolina his hand.

That subtle pause prompted the weight of those crystalline irises upon her, though her hesitation was short-lived before her slender hand was placed into his chilled palm. Sebastian guided her from the comfort of the darkened vehicle and into the rather empty cafe - the delectable scents of sweets filling his nose. A warm simper crossed his features as they approached the all too giddy woman behind the counter and yet, the Italian Prince's attention was wholly focused upon the woman at his side. His figure lingered all too close to her own, too close, perhaps, for the public eye when Sebastian's mere presence seemed to garner a plethora of cameras pointed in his direction. Even so, it was the soft brush of her petite figure against him that wholly occupied his attention, the Incubus incapable of not considering the silken skin beneath those clothes and all the ways he so desired her, even if Sebastian had little intention upon acting on those lustful contemplations. Softly he inquired as to which of those crepes appealed to her, the vampire well aware of the way her irises roved the large black lettering upon the menu overhead. He watched as she bit upon her plush, pink lips, the action wholly distracting.

Her tongue flicked across her lips before her gaze returned to his ever-watchful eyes, her choice wholly prompting his brow to raise. Oh, how well he remembered that, the very reference to the flavor of her blood prompted his tongue to shift towards his sharpened fangs, the vampire lightly toying with them out of habit before his gaze followed hers and towards the woman behind the counter. "And one Nutella banana crepe...with extra whipped cream....and two black teas," Sebastian added. The young woman behind the counter was quick to jump to work, Sebastian's guard equally as keen to step forward and pay for the Prince's order. In no time at all, the pair were presented with two styrofoam foxes and two cups of warm tea nestled in chic patterned to-go cups. Sebastian reached for a cup, offering to her before taking the second. The small, vague nod he gave towards those two boxes was all that was necessary to prompt one of his guards to reach towards them, the Englishman giving the woman behind the counter a warm smile. "Thank you, love." He offered towards her in that classic British accent, only to lead Carolina back to the private comfort of the SUV. Frankly, he was altogether inquisitive of what their arrival at her flat might bring them when it was clear it was not only his thoughts that dwelled upon their last evening together.