The vampire's bright blue eyes remained steadfast upon the young woman that stood at the epicenter of the small gathering. He was all too aware of the way in which Isolt seemed to lean into her companion, clearly looking to him for support. It caused his head to tilt ever so inquisitively as he listened to her words. She was hardly the first of their kind to so attempt to coax the man into a coven, nor was he sure she'd be the last. He could hardly deny the idealistic notion of what this group sounded appealing and yet, he was used to gilded words being nothing more than just that. Unlike Ceara and the tangerine trollop that clung to his maker's side, Sebastian was not entirely as willing to so blindly dive into such a commitment. Then again, the Victorian gentleman often struggled with such strict devotion in all aspects of his life. "If we are to function autonomously, then what is it exactly that we are expected to fulfil, dove? And if we should choose to ever leave such a union?" At the very least, Sebastian wanted to ensure he knew each specification of what she anticipated of him. The prospect of just joining together in some band of merry - what friends? It was incredulous enough to cause him to raise his eyebrow.

Such words, however, were hardly met with the answers he so sought before Ceara's voiced spoke up once again, speaking her strict refusal on Anna-Marie's presence within their current company. The corner of Sebastian's lips tilted downwards ever so slightly in the smallest of frowns though he hardly made an gesture or spoke a word of thought. He could feel the enticing young woman's gaze upon him, clearly looking for his own confirmation in this simple fact for the safety of the group at large. Sebastian himself hardly could deny his want to so banish the child too, however, he hardly knew his fellow predators enough to make such a comment. After all, there was no promise that they were like Ceara and himself. Perhaps any one of them enjoyed the sport in the same fashion that Anna-Marie did? A veiled look of suspicion briefly fluttered over his pale features before it disappeared once again into that smoothed look of tranquility he so often employed within those halls of the Queen's court. He had only just parted his lips ever so slightly when Crishlyn so rapidly began to fill that silence with her own voice.

His gaze nearly instantly turned towards the woman, his eyebrow slowly arched upwards as a soft snort so left his nose. Sebastian was all too aware of that tenderness that so filled the stranger's gaze when she stared at his maker, the sight of it somehow grating against his nervous in fashion he hardly questioned. The Englishman watched as her attention fleetingly turned back to Isolt, before those icicle eyes turned to land upon himself, her voice clearly holding a hint of challenge and yet, it was one in which he was willing to meet head on. His own bright blue eyes hardly left hers in those delicate moments thereafter. He was aware, painfully so, of Anna-Marie's own voice ringing out, declaring her intentions before her eyes too so seemed to land upon him in those moments after - exactly where they should so be. "You are new in her life," Sebastian started, his own British accent decidedly thick in those moments when emotions so got the best of him, even if his voice remained decidedly low and steady, "...and so we will forgive the insult, this time. However, it is best that you understand now that Anna-Marie is Ceara and my own bloody business and will remain that way for the rest of her life."

There was a certain level of rigidness to his otherwise perfect posture, it was a subtlety that would be noticed only by those whom knew him well. He could hardly explain that level of possessiveness that overcame him at hearing Crishlyn declare Anna-Marie as her responsibility, even if Sebastian himself often avoided the young child. Regardless, that bond between the pair was everlasting, something instinctual that he hardly bothered to fight as he held his hand out to the young child - clearly intending to claim Anna-Marie as his own for perhaps the first time ever. For so much of their relationship, Sebastian had spent much of his time simply running from the child-like woman that had murdered him many of years ago. It seemed that simple act of trodding on what Sebastian viewed on his own territory was enough to so coax those more instinctual responses from the man, as utterly absurd as it was. The vampire hardly bothered to voice his own thoughts on whether or not Anna-Marie belonged with this congregation, his attention turned briefly back towards Isolt, fully intending to hear out her answers to the questions that he'd inquired before this nonsense of his maker so pulled them from the business at hand.