The vampire's fingers slowly trailed down the length of that naked figure beneath him. It would have been so easy to take her, so easy to fit his fingers in those places she so desired, to have her touch him in those places that near longed to be satisfied and yet, she was not that soul he so saved himself for. She was not his Italian King. Slowly, the vampire shifted, taking his hand in her own as he led her towards the edge of that bed as he led the rather confused young woman across the room. Sebastian was entirely aware of the weight of Arlo's gaze upon him and that near state of panic that seemed to be mirrored within those blue eyes and yet, he knew well it would be relatively short lived. Sebastian allowed the young woman to climb onto the mattress, easily directing her towards that young vampire positioned upon that bed. Softly, he requested for the girl to take good care of the man and with the gentle urging of his affinity, she seemed entirely eager to take up that suggestion. Her hands delicately picked up where Sophie's left off and yet, the vampire instead made his way back towards the bed, settling amongst her sheets as he pulled out his cellphone, entirely content to text his boyfriend of his desires in decidedly graphic detail.

His gaze slowly turned from his cellphone, those bright blue eyes flickered upwards to watch the way Sophie's fingers trailed over Arlo's waist, pulling down those jeans and boxers. Those soft moans and groans had a way of only further constricting his own jeans and yet, for the moment he was content to watch until that phone vibrated within his fingers. That text he'd received back coaxed a grin upon his features as Dorian seemed to so eagerly take up his game of sorts. His own attention drifted in those moments between those scenes that played out before him and those ever quick replies upon his cellphone. It was quite clear that the vampire had entirely interrupted whatever meeting his lover had been having and yet, in that moment when those wants so tugged at him, he hardly had even the slightest hint of regret. In fact, he rather enjoyed ensuring his boyfriend was perhaps as equally sexually frustrated as he presently was with but the promise that when he returned home, he'd fulfil both of their needs.

He hardly bothered to move as the first girl fainted, much less as those sounds of satisfaction filled that room. Rather, Sebastian merely shifted uncomfortably upon that bed, reading that text message whilst only half listening to that exchange between the vampire and Sophie. His fingers moved effortlessly across that screen, the Englishman hardly even bothered to glance upwards as Arlo pulled himself from that bed with a clearly delighted sound on his lips - at least until that notion of 'friends' left the man's lips. "Friends?" He inquired, his eyebrows furrowed in the process as he paused mid-text. Sebastian notoriously did not have friends. It was hardly out of choice, per say. His victims either abhorred him for what he did to them or fell in love with him only to hate him when they discovered he had merely played them and was already otherwise committed. His own kind tended to dislike him for various other reasons and his own gender held some distaste for him for his flirtatious nature. Then again, he supposed that Arlo was rather atypical to begin with. "All right." He agreed after a moment before his blue eyes returned towards that text he'd been writing, leaving Arlo to search the ground. "Hey, find my shirt while you're at it." The Englishman commented, finishing that text message as he assured his lover he would be home soon.

As much as Sebastian enjoyed that idea of friendship with the younger man, even he was not enough to distract the vampire when he knew Dorian was waiting for him. It was with a press of that button that his screen went black as Sebastian slipped that phone into his pocket. He made his way off the bed, pausing to zip his jeans, even despite how utterly....restrictive they were. God, he could not deny how utterly aroused he was in those moments. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at that notion that he was 'whipped' in any sense. "Opportunities like that are a dime a dozen for me, Arlo....but you're right, he is worth it." A small simper crossed his features ever so slightly at the admittance before his gaze turned towards those feminine figured nestled on that bed. "Congratulations, by the way. You didn't do half so bad." That comment alone surely told well of how attentive the vampire truly had been despite the way his gaze had been largely devoted to that small screen. Perhaps if he had been as unobservant as he had pretended to be, the vampire wouldn't be quite in the position he was now. Nevertheless, it was for his newfound friend that the elder vampire was willing to turn his attention away from those sexual desires and back towards that near selfless attempt to help.

"Hey Arlo, do you have the ability to simply...not affect them with your venom?" His inquired, his head tilting slightly to the side in a purely inquisitive fashion. "Have you...tried?" After all, he was fairly certain Arlo held the ability to close those wounds in the same fashion he had, would he not too have that ability to so stop his venom from flowing at all in the first place? He hardly wished to feed off of those mortals anyways and so, it simply...wasn't necessary. His attention, however, was stolen from those considerations as Arlo's own hunt for his clothing uncovered that button down shirt Sebastian had been wearing prior to that blonde's near desperate attempt to remove his clothing. "Ah, that one's mine." He gestured loosely towards the crumbled clothing by his companion's foot, a single hand held out for the object. "Did you like...want my number or something, mate?" Sebastian inquired after a moment - that was what friends did, right? Talked to each other?