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 all too aware of the abrupt change in her bloodflow, his sensitive ears picking up on the girl's momentarily increased heart rate now that there was nothing but stillness and silence surrounding them. A sly simper danced across his charming features as the young woman slowly turned, leaning away from him against the brickwork behind her. The vampiric male could hardly help the fashion at which he stepped closer towards her, closing the distance between their figures as if drawn by that undeniably magnetic attraction that existed between the pair. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at the young woman's words. Truthfully he hadn't anticipated encountering her again either but it was hardly a poorly liked coincidence."Fate seems to have her own plans in mind." He returned simply, "Not that I mind." In fact, it was quite the opposite. Sebastian had taken a liking to the young woman's witty banter, such conversation so often missing in his conquests. She was, in some way or another, a breath of fresh air. His crystalline gaze watched the fashion at which she moved, almost disappointed for the lack of corset that clung to her frame and accented her every curve. It was a memory that the man certainly enjoyed revisiting.

Her teasing tone caused a snort to leave the vampiric male's nose. "I quite recall it the opposite." He commented smoothly and yet Sebastian hardly dwelled on their mutual dislike for each other's dancing styles. Instead, the man's crystalline gaze was entirely steadfast upon the young were female as she stepped closer towards him. He could smell her perfume upon genteel breeze, she smelled utterly delicious. The notion alone caused his tongue to brush across his sharpened fangs in a nearly habitual gesture. Despite the man's lust for the bodice in front of him or his desire for the blood that flowed through her veins, Sebastian was, at heart, always a gentleman. He wouldn't take what wasn't offered him, even when restraint became exceedingly difficult - as it did now. He intensely eyed the woman's fair features as she stared up at him and slowly Sebastian leaned down closer towards her, giving into that undeniable magnetism.

The young woman's playful words caused a warm simper to spread across the vampire's features. For a brief moment, his attention strayed away from Carolina, instead quickly surveying their surroundings. It was far too obvious to Sebastian that this was certainly not her part of town. Although well dressed, she hardly exuded of designer clothes and confident wealth like so many of the inhabitants on this side of town - like so many like, well, him. Still, he hardly saw fit to point this out to her, instead effortlessly playing along with the girl. "Oh, just passing through." Sebastian responded in an entirely nonchalant fashion. Every action of the pair up until this point had been a game of sorts, dancing around the centralized want the pair surely felt though neither seemed entirely to act on. It would be so easy for Sebastian to close the distance between them, to press his lips against hers and suggest they take things elsewhere. He would have, surely, if he wasn't entirely certain that she would reject him. No, she wanted to extend this game and he was a willing player. "Why don't you show me around your side." He inquired, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side as he watched Carolina. Surely she must know the effect she had upon him.