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 was, for the most part, unaffected by the hesitance that graced the young girl's movements. He was too used to the revulsion that what he was could, at times, create. Though Sebastian was hardly an old vampire by any means, he'd met his fair share of individuals including those that were fanatic in ridding the world of his kind to those that were fascinated by just what he was (his favorite of the two, naturally). Inquisitively, his gaze shifted towards her, her inquiry lingering in the air. "How do wolves claim what land is theres? It's all about scent, no? This is hardly any different." He was doing his best to think in terms that might hold some kind of meaning to the young girl, he knew she was a were though what kind was entirely up in the air, still he was certain the same principle held. Sebastian was willing enough to let her linger on such thoughts, however, opening the door to his exquisite suite. He nestled within the plush armchair, his crystalline gaze following the young woman as she wandered towards the bed, her eyes dancing around the upscale room. Her comment brought the smallest of simpers to his features but Sebastian chose not to comment on the matter. After all, the luxury of the room hardly helped to fulfill his most basic of needs. That was something only someone like her could do.

He watched the girl pivot gracefully, using the bed frame as her anchor as she turned her attention back towards him. His lips pressed together in thought, hid mind already wandering to far darker places. He watched the way she nibbled upon her lip, clearly distracted by some wandering thought and yet, the action only served to spur those desires within the vampire. Unconsciously his tongue brushed against his fangs, considering far too much what her blood might taste like, what her flesh might feel like. Her question, however, was enough to pull him momentarily from his idle fantasies and softly a chuckle left his mouth. "If someone attacks you and the only thing you have to rely on is your pheromones, I'm afraid there's no help for you, dear. Luckily for you, that's hardly the case though, hm?" His head tilted to the side, his gaze shifting over her figure once more in idle curiosity. "What we can do is....far more subtle. It works on those feelings that are already there in most cases. Drawing someone close, setting your boundaries, these are far easier tasks because there is not already a strong opposing desire. In case of attacks, if they already want to harm you, you're better off not maintaining control because you're going to need everything you have to force those chemicals to get them to even consider stopping."

It was becoming quite clear to him that the young woman was hardly interested in becoming involved with him in any fashion, despite the way her gaze might sometimes wander. It was frustrating to say the least, this constant shift in her demeanor but it was that alone which caused Sebastian to offer her an alternative. "However, if you want to try something....else, you're welcome to try to claim this room as yours." He gestured slightly to the room surrounding him, providing her an out in the same gentlemanly fashion that was so characteristic of him. What he didn't expect, was for her to follow up with another of her inquiries, one that finally saw his smile falter. His gaze shifted from the woman, landing upon the fruit bowl he couldn't enjoy. "She didn't." He replied simply after a moment of careful consideration. His maker had always been quite the sore topic if only because of her resounding lack of presence in his life. He often tried not to think about it, and with very good reason.