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
In truth, Sebastian hardly put much stock in any notion of destiny or fate, regardless of his arguably suave lyrics. He failed to see how his murder and inevitable turn in the blood sucking creature he was might be a show of some higher good at work, after all he'd never seen any real positivity come of it. Hell, if he was honest with himself he'd probably tainted more relationship than he cared to admit. But he couldn't deny the call of flesh and the blood that coursed beneath it. It was his eternal weakness, his downfall, perhaps even his greatest sin. Regardless, a small simper crossed the man's features at the huff that left the girl's lips, clearly having a like minded notion of even the mention of the word 'fate'. Mentally, the man made a note to avoid the topic all together, instead happily letting the conversation shift instead to their previous engagement of hands on hips and the closeness of their flesh. It was a tantalizing temptation - that dance they had once weaved together and girl's all too purpose step closer towards the vampire only brought that lust rushing to the surface as he glanced down at the way her jeans seemed to cling to her hips.

The vampire took the girl's forward movement as a sort of acceptance of his presence. And having never been on to fear being forward, Sebastian reached out towards the girl, his hand gingerly landing upon the girl's hip. After all, the worst that could happen is that she might reject him, and even then, Sebastian had felt his fair enough share that it would hardly sting for long. Instead, his crystalline gaze remained steadfast upon the woman, the lust surely mirrored in the depths of his irises. "Do I need an excuse?" He inquired, his voice entirely husky as he watched the way in which she winked at him. The young woman certainly knew how to tempt him with her every move and sway and yet, the fashion at which she so coyly tended to not give into those lustful wants was so uniquely frustrating. Regardless, Sebastian was hardly one to give up in his quests, wholly unaware of the woman's desire to continue their fun only from a fear that afterwards, this chemistry might dissipate into the thin air it had so abruptly emerged from. She was hardly wrong though, Sebastian had a tendency to vanish after such needs had been fulfilled, having long since discovered that one individual could not satisfy his thirst for blood for long without sustaining some harm. It was easier this way - to just be a ghost in the night, a nice occasional thought.

Despite the man's closeness, he let his gaze drift away from her if only to survey his surroundings before returning to their game of words. In truth, he was entirely inquisitive to what her side of the world happened to hold. At the very least his affinity for sex and attraction had brought him to all sorts of intriguing escapades. Perhaps this one would be yet another one. "The wild side is always so utterly fascinating." He responded, the corner of his lips twitching upwards in a small grin and yet, he hadn't anticipated that she might inquire as to what he wanted to see. His eyebrows furrowed momentarily in thought, his head tilting to the side before, after a long moment, the vampire spoke, "Take me somewhere I've never been?" It was a challenge of sorts. After all, in two hundred years, Sebastian had seen quite a lot. Slowly, the man pulled his hand from her waist, instead offering her his arm in a true English gentleman fashion, "After you."