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
The englishman had certainly been acutely aware of the weight of the were's gaze upon the pair. He knew she was watching, he knew she'd never once looked away and yet it only provided him a fraction of the satisfaction he had hoped. It was peculiar - the way that her denial could transform his demeanor but, in some rather unbelievable fashion, it had done just that. His crystalline gaze glanced backwards at the young woman, his head bobbing in a distracted fashion. "If she listens." He responded in a rather matter of fact tone, choosing not to comment at all upon her observations. Sebastian found himself wanting her to want him, disgruntled by her ability to combat his manipulations. He'd selected her out of them all so perfectly because she appealed to his senses, to his needs and the way her dress clinched her thin figure certainly wasn't doing him any favors. The thoughts of the young were weighed heavily upon his mind as he made his way back towards the upstanding establishment. The vampire was far too used to the extravagance of life to be terribly distracted by the pristine condition of the lobby. Instead, his attention focused on what was to come within the confines of his luxurious room.

His gaze shifted towards her at the sound of her enthusiastic voice. It was quite clear that she was looking forward to this far more then he was - not that he could blame her. Sebastian remembered what it was like to be given a power and stuck trying to figure it out on his own. Hell, he'd been stuck trying to figure out his entire existence on his own. It was far more astonishing to find his sudden thirst for blood then his ability, or rather inability, to keep others off his masculine figure. Overnight he'd become irresistible and while he should have enjoyed it, it had taken far more time to get used to then he was willing to admit. There was a soft sigh to his lips as the memories of those first few months came unbidden to his brain. He offered her the smallest of shrugs, "Ever since I was....turned." He replied, selecting his answer with care. He hardly wanted to admit that he'd been out right murdered. Instead, Sebastian turned his attention to the tutelage she seemed to be so desperately seeking.

"A few at a time. Three at best but they all have to be...close." A small simper came unbidden to his lips, that in itself had certainly been a rather...enjoyable experience to learn and once again Sebastian found it a shame that she seemed so immune to his charms. He paused down the hallway at the door that led to his own suite, fishing the old fashioned key from his pocket. "There are many things you can do with it - when you learn how. You can send people away from things...other people. You can claim whats yours...." His gaze shifted towards her, his eyes lingering upon her figure once again as he placed the key within the lock, turning it till it clicked softly. He reached out, gingerly pressing upon the door as it swung open to reveal the large, luxurious bed with freshly made ruby red sheets. A fire was roaring within the hearth, providing a dim, light to the other wise dark room. Thick, lush curtains fell over the windows, a bowl of uneaten fresh fruit placed upon a mahogany desk. There was certainly no penny spared within the suite and it was just the way Sebastian liked it. Slowly he peeled his coat from his frame, depositing it on the back of a chair that he then settled within. "Would you like to try again?" He inquired, already knowing exactly what her answer would be.