There was no denying that Rowena had been a source of great entertainment for the vampire in the first few months he had so pointlessly roamed those cobblestone streets of the newfound metropolis. He had enjoyed her company and she had been willing to entertain him as long as he kept his affinities, and there in too his hands, entirely to himself. Vampires, she had assured him, were not her fancy. Still, there was an edge to her that had intrigued him enough to linger, not to mention the luxury such rooms afforded him. Her staff was wholly impeccable, of that Sebastian had no doubts. It was the mention of her that brought an entirely rich laugh to the vampire's lips, his head shaking ever so slightly as his childhood friend so recounted his woes with the enigmatic woman. "Bloody hell, just three days?" He inquired, shaking his head ever so slightly. "Do you have plans for tomorrow? A couch somewhere? It's going to be brass monkeys out tomorrow night." He commented, wholly curious of what plans William had made for after he found himself once again on the cold autumn streets of the spiraling metropolis. After all, he now had a luxurious mansion to his name with rooms that never saw a soul.

That touch upon his shoulders so wholly attracted the vampire's attention, the man entirely oblivious to the fashion at which William so desired the contact of his own skin. Rather, he was entirely concerned for what instincts he knew well William too would have been required to squash if he so chose to remain within within the vampire's presence. They were made to be at odds with each other and that certainly would have made things difficult, he was assured. Rather, Sebastian himself brushed off his own discomfort as entirely nonchalantly as so characteristic of him, offering William himself that same room to so come to terms with his own species unique peculiarities. After all, the man had surely spent decades murdering his kind, not fretting over their comfort or necessities of life and blood was very much a requirement of his world. Abstaining from such would be detrimental to all around him, of that he was entirely certain. He could not change what he was and if this was going to work, he knew too the hunter in front of him would have to find some sort of peace with it from the beginning.

That incredulous he was presented with, however, brought little more than a scoff to his lips, his hand raising once again to touch that still angry red mark upon his collarbone. He was, truly, not entirely perturbed with its existence, rather enjoying, to an extent, the hard time he could so give his companion. "It hurt." He whined, his bottom lip sticking out ever so slightly in an entirely childish fashion. "Is trying to kill me once not enough for you?" Sebastian inquired with mocked disbelief. That carefree moment, however, was altogether fleeting before a far more pressing thought so pulled at the vampire's thoughts. Though he was entirely aware of the man's commitment, perhaps, to the relationship they had once so closely shared, Sebastian knew well that being on the run with the council at his tale would so directly conflict with his utter need to stay. There was no doubt that whatever or whomever his best friend was running from would surely find them here. It was that concern for whatever the last near two hundred years of William's life consisted of that saw him pause, voicing the simple fact of the life.

Sebastian watched in silence that shudder that so filled his friend's form, the reaction causing his features to fall, his lips twisting in a frown. He could hardly offer to protect the man from them, after all he was so confined to such few hours of life that to do so would have been entirely cruel. His crystalline irises remained so intent on the fellow before him his head shaking ever so slightly. "If you have to run William - you should do it." He whispered, entirely willing to accept that their relationship might be confined to a series of text messages or visits halfway across the world. The vampire failed to anticipate the Duke's steadfastness to remain here with him, the man's vocals caused his own gaze to soften ever so slightly. "Are you...sure?" He inquired, that look that had so passed over the man's features enough to only further increase that concern he felt.

Thankfully, such dismal thoughts hardly lingered long, the vampire's attention grabbed so completely at the mention of that blood that so coursed through William's veins. It was a blood he could nearly hear moving and yet, it failed to draw him as it so usually did thanks entirely to the substance flowing through his own veins that he'd taken only half an hour prior. Still, he hadn't expected the way the hunter bent down, only to pick up that blade and let it run across his wrist. The smell of it hit him first, the vampire entirely stilling in an unnatural fashion at the presence of it if only because it so called to those more feral instincts within him. He was hardly listening to his companion, his gaze set upon that hand that was suddenly offered towards him. Gingerly, he reached out, cradling William's hand between his long, pale fingertips. He glanced up at those chocolate eyes of his companion, holding the man's gaze as he slowly brought William's wrist to his lips, his eyes closing only the moment that blood came in contact with his tongue. He ran his tongue over that slit, encouraging it to close as he so often did after any such puncture hole he made and yet, the wound William made was significantly greater than his own fangs often did.

It took several meticulously slow licks till he was satisfied the blood was starting to clot upon it's own accord, the vampire treasuring those few tastes he'd so received of that delicious substance. Slowly, his pale blue gaze glance upwards towards the man. "I've already eaten tonight, but thank you, William." He reached out, his fingertips brushing against the Dark Hunter's neck ever so softly. "You taste...delicious though." He uttered softly, his tone taking on a nearly husky hint, "One day, I will take from you here...and perhaps..." His hand shifted, dropping lower on his friend's physic towards the upper inside of the man's thigh. Although he so rarely partook from such a place, it was arguable his favorite, his fingertips brushing softly against William's jeans. "Here. So until then, you'll just have to make sure not to share your blood with anyone else, hm?" He uttered softly before stepping away from his companion and towards the end of the alleyway. "Come on, William, there's far better places here then this bloody alley." He commented over his shoulder, his tone returning to that same carefree note it so usually held.