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 knew particularly well that it was a rather long shot, this proposition of his. There was a very good chance they'd never manage to get a plane off the ground, much less that it might provide any closure for Anna-Marie or Ceara. After all, he had met his maker only once before tonight, their bond was non-existent at best and certainly not enough to bring back that child from whatever psychosis she had put herself in to protect herself from the events that had occurred before his re-birth. Still, it was worth it, to take that chance. What if it helped somehow? What if, it brought just enough of her former self back so that he didn't find himself forced to murder every time he was in her presence? That alone justified the financial and emotional costs of this trip - for just the chance to actually get to know his maker in whatever sense he was able to, given her current mental state. He was hardly astonished by the incredulous look at crossed Ceara's features, his head bobbed ever so slightly in response to the woman's in a way of confirmation. "I...don't know if it will be. But at least maybe the trip can provide the two of you the answers you need and the conclusion that I think she needs. It could be the beginning of a new chapter." He was being wishful and he knew it.

He was hardly unfamiliar with Germany, much less Geneva itself. In fact he'd spent nearly four months within the city once before it had begun to bore him. "I'll find it." Sebastian responded with little actual concern for the place. After all, there was a good chance that, being her home, the vampire only had to lead the girl to the general vicinity before her memories took them the rest of the way. In truth, he'd hardly considered the difficulty of taking her on a plane within the first place. After all, there were very few individuals that ever really denied Sebastian. His own capabilities nearly guaranteed such. "I don't think that will be a problem." He responded smoothly and yet, the vampire still stood to follow the young woman up the stairs to where they had previously abandoned his creator. Sebastian paused just at the threshold of the study, his body leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe as he glanced over the inhabitants inside. He was hardly surprised to find the pair busied with play, nor did the prospect of tea party astonish him in any fashion. In fact, perhaps the most surprising bit of it all was that the male bartender was still alive.

He remained silent against his new found position, merely observing the fashion in which Ceara so dealt with her mentor and too her employee. His head bobbed ever so slightly when the blonde child momentarily turned her attention to him, inquiring about this 'game' he held for her. He knew well in his short time with her that it was far easier to play to her weaknesses then make an effort to explain his own intentions. Still, Sebastian's eyebrows raised ever so slightly at the mention of a 'gold card' though he hardly interjected as Anna-Marie stared at Ceara blankly. He merely watched as the young girl meandered over towards her doll, plucking something within the folds of it's clothing before it was handed to Ceara and, in turn, to himself. In truth, there was a hint of surprise that Anna-Marie even had a bank card after all these years. In his days, they simply didn't exist and yet, the vampire hardly questioned it. He had, after all, anticipated to pay for this venture himself and a part of him was pleased the case would not be so. His attention turned away from the card in his hand towards the young child that now looked up at him and yet, he flashed her a warm simper with surprising ease. "Because, I have a present to show you." He responded with little concern, instead holding out his hand towards her. "Don't you want to see it?" Presents were, after all, rather enticing things.