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
It wasn't often that Sebastian found himself on the receiving end of such bold advances, at least, not without declaring his own interests in some fashion. That wasn't to say that it didn't occur. Quite on the contrary, as his life persisted, it seemed to occur far more often than the beginning of his vampiric life. Sebastian remained wholly unaffected by the slow trickling of her hot fingertips against his cold skin, all too well aware of the warmth of weres in comparison to his arguably dead skin. His own crystalline gaze trailed down her figure in an inquisitive fashion, providing her inquiry with a small shrug, "I'm still deciding that." He responded, the corner of his lips twitching upwards in a simper. Although Sebastian didn't often meet individuals like her, he still knew her type well. She was assured of herself, of her appearance and while that might cause most to buckle under the weight of even the possibility of a night with her, Sebastian too was not like most. No, he would play the role of hard-to-get, he would be the trophy to work for if only because he knew well that when she did end up curled up in his bed, she would find greater satisfaction in their encounter. Let her think she'd attained the unattainable.
At least, such had been his intent until she had attempted to pull him onto the dance floor. A small frown momentarily marred the man's features at the notion of such dancing. It was perhaps no secret that the vampire held little interest in such modern day grinding, the actions were surprisingly boring to the man if only because they ruined the mystery of what their night could hold. Then again, it wasn't as if many new Sebastian enough in the first place to be aware of this peculiar little fact of his preferences. He watched the way her smile too faltered, the woman all too insistent to drag him amongst the sweating bodies in front of them. Nevertheless, Sebastian's hand remained upon the girl's waist, quickly offering another activity instead to strike her interest. Sebastian was all too eagerly rewarded with a grin once again dancing upon the young woman's features, her discontent clearly quickly forgotten.
His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as her fingertips trailed down his chest, a small smirk crossed the man's face as Edith commented on his own species. In a way, he was intrigued that she'd heard such a rumor, especially when he was quite certain his race usually were not kind lovers. After all, they lusted for blood perhaps as much as they did for flesh. She stepped away from him and slowly his eyebrow rose as he watched her. A soft snort left his nose at the options that he was presented with. He didn't have the heart to tell her that in truth, he had option of any individual within the bar. A small shrug crossed his shoulders as he gave in, at the very least it would be an easy dinner for tonight. "Sebastian." He responded, reaching out to place his hand in her's. "All right Edith, show me what you've got." In a way, it was a challenge for the young were, the man entirely willing to submit to her whims for the night, even if it meant dancing.