Sebastian could hardly deny the smugness that settled across his features, tucked in the corners of that grin he so regarded his companion with. It was rare, truly, when the vampire so acknowledged his affinities within the art of pleasure - at least, to the extent he so did tonight. Even his own lover remained ignorant to some of what he was capable of. He was so terribly certain those victims of his might find offensive if they truly knew the extent that he so manipulated them. Those few that were aware of his abilities were more often prone to throw words like 'molested' and 'rape' at him, insisting that his influence of that lust took away their free will. It'd certainly stopped him from flaunting those powers to the extent he had tonight and yet, he had been near starving in the wake of that blood his companion had so pilfered from him. Still, there was something utterly delightful at being acknowledged for how utterly....awesome those gifts were, especially by another that was fully capable of understanding the applications. Nevertheless, a small shrug crossed his shoulders, the vampire retaining that modesty that had been bred within him. "Something of the sort." He admitted, those blue eyes watching his companion for several moments, entirely considering offering his friend a taste of that which he could gift. His lips parted and yet, those words failed to leave them. After all, perhaps biting not for food but for pleasure invaded into that realm of what should have belonged to Dorian alone.

Instead, he allowed that offer of a party to distract him, the vampire wholly agreeing with the promise of ensuring that, tonight, Arlo put an end to that year long dry spell he'd been subjected to. After all, it had nearly been a year itself since the vampire had been able to use those abilities for their true value - a night of utter debauchery, even if it was not for his own benefit. After all, how long had it been since he'd taken company of his own kind that was actually enjoyed? Not even his own coven members truly liked him, much less his maker, Arlo was perhaps the first face of his own species in some time that had actually appeared jovial of his existence. That easy grin upon Arlo's features prompted a returning one of his own, his head bobbed quite firmly in agreement to that promise he'd made, leaving out the details of how he intended to quite go about ensuring his newfound friend (if that was what he was) got whomever he so desired that evening. Rather, the man easily fell into step with his companion, allowing Arlo to lead the way to whatever sort of party they intended to crash for the evening. The vampire was decidedly out of the loop now that his bachelor days had been put behind him.

That inquiry upon Arlo's lips drew his now bright blue eyes back towards his companion, a small shrug on his shoulders as he considered the answer to that inquiry. The majority of that time was spent quite like this, hunting for food. He was often equally busy with managing his estates and companies and, perhaps most importantly of all, with Dorian himself. So many of those evenings with the man were spent entangled within each other underneath his silken sheets. A small shrug crossed his shoulders, "Sex." He answered simply enough. "And hunting...and....business." It was a rather sad existence, he supposed. But with eternity most days tended to blur together - those places that had once interested him had all been visited. Those connections he made with mortals were near pointless for they too quickly fell into death. When one lived even as long as he had, life existed mostly on mere whims - at least, it had until Dorian had entered it. Now it was those evenings with the fae Monarch he so lived for. "Please tell me that, being gifted with immortal life, you're not wasting it sitting on the sofa watching tv all day." He stated, his eyebrow raising ever so slightly as he eyed the man at his side.

Such concerns of how Arlo wasted his days away, however, were interrupted only by the loud music of that home the pair of men approached. His crystalline blue eyes brushed over the facade of that building in vague curiosity, the man altogether aware that this was a college party of some sort. It had been so long since Sebastian had been in college himself but these sort events had always made for easy prey. His gaze shifted towards the young woman at the door as he followed Arlo to the entrance, entirely willing to allow the younger vampire attempt to gain them entrance. After all, very few doors were ever truly closed to Sebastian and yet, perhaps it was not wise to entirely flaunt his capabilities. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly as Arlo argued with the woman over the fact that they were the band - much less some punk band named something utterly awful. Even the Englishman couldn't keep the skepticism off his features as his gaze slowly turned towards the young woman whom seemed to consider turning them away. In the end, that threat seemed enough to grant them entry to that illusive college party. It was near immediate, the way he so fell back into those old habits, his blue eyes scanned the room in a nearly predatory fashion, searching for someone who might be already predisposed to his companion. That brunette hardly went unnoticed by the attentive man, the foreigner entirely content to flash her a warm smile, even as he trailed after his companion towards the bar.

Nevertheless, the vampire as content to follow his companion towards that bar, that idle comment of drinking, however, prompted a soft chuckle from the Englishman. "I somehow doubt that. We drank Gin like water and went through several bottles of wine before we finished all the dinner courses." He responded, so showing his very age in that moment. In his own youth, in those busy towns of London, water was often contaminated and deemed unfit for consumption, near prompting a love of alcohol by even children. Arlo truly had no idea of what he was up against. With a frat party, Sebastian hardly expected anything of real quality at the bar but...hopefully they had something harder than beer. "They got whiskey?" He inquired, glancing over those bottles with vague curiosity and yet, his interest in the booze was wholly fleeting. After all, Sebastian had come here for more the that. "Anyone catch your eye?" He inquired, glancing over at the man at his side. "We've certainly caught a few..." His voice trailed off in a speculating fashion and yet - tonight was not for him but his companion alone. After all, he had someone, did he not?