Sebastian notoriously did not have friends. It was hardly a slight against people at large, or some jaded notion that eventually they'd all die anyways, or some desire for a lonely existence. No, most people simply didn't like him. Once he'd tasted their blood, there were few, naturally, that obsessed after the vampire for the feelings he was capable of inducing within them. Others abhorred him for what cursed thing he had done to them, most of his lover's own friends having fallen into that category. Arlo, however, was something entirely unique. He supposed it made sense, however. What better way to ensure your food source then to remain on friendly terms with that soul you near thirsted for? At least he would always know where he stood with Arlo. It might not have been all that better then those men and women who held interested in them for his own venom and yet, he supposed, it was far better than the relationships the vampire had held for the past century or so - beyond the fae King he called his own. His bright blue eyes glanced up at the fellow in front of him, his gaze briefly meeting the like colored irises of Arlo's own before, quite abruptly, Sebastian found himself agreeing, his attention fluttering back to his phone in the wake of that decision the pair had made. Friends. Who would have thought his night would end with sex and friends?

His fingers continued that tracing of that keyboard, that text message decidedly explicit in its content and yet, his lover's own messages in reply thus far had a fashion of so spurring the vampire on. The Englishman was rather determined to ensure the fae Monarch was perhaps as equally as aroused as he was, even despite the distance and lack of 'show' that Sebastian had been subjected to. It was, however, in those moments that the man requested Arlo find his own shirt in that pile of clothing, that grunted response was certainly enough to satisfy him that the man had heard him and yet, he hadn't expected that teasing comment that he was whipped. It was almost laughable, really. For so long the man had been hailed amongst his kind or those whom knew of his abilities as a near incubus - a very demon of those sexual encounters and yet -- look at him now. Whipped, he was indeed. Even so, he took that comment with decidedly good ease, the vampire instead feeling the need to inform his companion that though Arlo had found this evening utterly astounding, such opportunities were so frequent for the Englishman that they had near lost their appeal. Certainly he never thought he'd find someone he was so willing to tie himself down to for an eternity and yet...those women simply failed to appeal to him as much as the sheer thought of Dorian's own figure did.

He was, however, willing to admit that Dorian was certainly worth keeping, and oh how he had every intention of doing just that. Those last few words were typed onto that screen as he pressed the send button, all the while congratulating his companion for a rather successful night. That dry spell had finally been broken. Lucky Arlo. He glanced up at that lopsided grin he was presented with, that smooth shrug only caused a singular eyebrow to raise as Arlo insisted that this hadn't been his first time. As if that hadn't been obvious from the show he'd just watched. It was, however, that idle comment of that reflex, however, that truly snagged Sebastian's interest. His eyebrows furrowed before he slowly began to shake his head. "It's true...you might...but I can't say I have." He admitted with a small shrug. "Feeding and sex have always gone hand in hand for me, I guess, I just got lucky to not have a venom to send people unconscious..." The corner of his lips tilted downward in consideration as he moved off that bed, pausing to zip up those pants. It was in the wake of that simple gesture that he inquired with just...not injecting the woman with that venom and yet, the surprise within the man's features clearly suggested Arlo had never considered something so utterly...simple.

His head bobbed ever so slightly in confirmation of that ability to just...cease that venom to exist altogether and yet, those problems Arlo voiced were ones he'd known well. Nearly word for word. "I know what you mean, mate. Mine's bloody useless on me too, damn shame, I think." A small shrug crossed his shoulders before he pointed out that shirt upon the ground, holding his hand out to it as he spoke. "Maybe you should practice that on yourself? Try to bite yourself without feeling that taste of a venom. You just gotta...I don't know....tell yourself not to let that venom go...just like you can make yourself stop breathing. I mean, it's fighting your instincts but...you can do it." His advice on this matter was, perhaps, not the best and yet, really, it'd been over two hundred years since he'd struggled with those very things. Quite simply, he could hardly remember how he'd come to discover it, he simply...had. Not that he frequently used it, after all, Sebastian could coax his venom to do quite a wide arrange of things, but why bother when he could produce such pleasure? He could hardly help those idle thoughts that so drifted to the very noises he was capable of coaxing from Dorian's lips at the application of that very venom - at least, until Arlo's voice shattered those daydreams.

The comment of waking up Sophie was brushed off with a small flick of his wrist, the vampire instead setting about pulling that shirt back over that toned figure. "No, I have other plans for tonight." He stated, quite simply. After all, Arlo hardly needed to know all those promises he'd made his lover of all the things their evening would consist of when he returned to that estate in the wealthy gated neighborhood in the north. Rather, the vampire was content to change the direction of that conversation, inquiring if his newfound friend wished to exchange numbers to remain in contact or...something. That nod he was met with caused a tentative simper upon his lips, the Englishman effortlessly catching that phone as he entered his own number within the contacts before tossing it back with the same ease. His own phone vibrated within his pockets but mere seconds later, informing him of that text message Arlo had sent back, followed by another vibration that was surely Dorian's reply to his latest sensual comment. That offer for a lift, however, caused his eyebrows to raise, that suggestion clearly unanticipated and yet, he shook his head ever so slightly. "No, but thank you. The anticipation is half the fun." The vampire spoke with an all too knowing glint within his gaze. No, he was going to make Dorian wait just a little bit longer. "I'll see you around though, yeah?" He continued, entirely unconcerned with that state of his own being as the vampire turned, heading towards the door before offering Arlo a small wave as he crossed the threshold. "I'll text you." He spoke over his shoulder, entirely content to disappear into the night and return home to the man he'd left waiting.