Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The intense blue of the vampire's gaze remained steadfast upon the woman nestled against his arm. He watched the way her fair features turned upwards, the fluorescent lighting above painting the curve of her jawline in such a stark light. He could hardly help the way his gaze slowly drifted downwards, from the teal of her eyes to the porcelain nape of her neck and those sweet, glorious veins that lay just under the surface. How delicious he knew she tasted, how delectable she smelled and how bloody tempting she was to the married Englishman. That very brush of her tongue upon the plushness of her bottom lip caused his own to drift towards his sharpened canine in an entirely habitual manner, one that so tended to occur when his thoughts turned to more salacious carnal considerations. His brow rose almost inquisitively as the vibrancy of her gaze returned to him, her order hardly going unnoticed by the Englishman who had once described her unique flavor as that very dish. There was little doubt within his mind that she was well aware of what she was doing to him.

His gaze lingered upon for a moment before Sebastian pulled his attention instead towards the woman behind the counter. His own order was placed briskly, the young girl near scurrying to accommodate him, even as he added a request for tea. It was an admittedly British weakness, on that had persisted across several centuries and dozens of continents. There was a comfort to be had in that heated beverage, one he found himself desiring even as he watched the young woman diligently see to their order. It hardly took her long before the pair were presented with those to-go boxes and cups. Sebastian stepped forward to take those cups of tea, the Prince offering the young woman a warm simper in the process before he turned to offer one to Carolina. That almost coy glance hardly went unnoticed by the Incubus, even if Sebastian offered her little more than a faint nod. The Englishman glanced behind him, providing the young girl at the counter another enchanting simper as he offered her his thanks, only to trail within the wake of Carolina back towards the waiting SUV.

The soft murmur upon her lips drew the weight of his gaze, his own tongue gingerly brushing across his own lips in a subtle display of where his thoughts lingered. Nevertheless, it was that assistance that the girl behind the counter might melt that prompted a soft chuckle from the Prince. "Well, we can't have that." He muttered back, that simper this time offered to Carolina alone. The door of the SUV was opened for the approaching couple, Sebastian entirely content to slide into the darkened interior of the car after Carolina's feminine figure. He sipped upon the warm beverage nestled in his hands as the car left the creperie, the vampire entirely keen to draw what heat he could from the cup, even to the point of pulling off the cardboard sleeve meant to make holding the drink more comfortable. His gaze deviated from his beverage at the sweet sound of Carolina's soprano lit. "I find....that everything feels....better with a cup of tea." He offered with a small simper. As utterly tempting as she was, Sebastian had hardly forgotten the state he had found her within. He could not, in good conscience, indulge within those desires that lingered within him when she was not all right. "Carolina?" He inquired, those British notes distinctly tender, "Are you okay?"