The Englishman was well aware of that joy the young assassin would surely found at the sheer stock of alcohol held within that cabinet. Those bourbons within had been collected from various ages across various parts of the world, each one picked for their distinct flavor. The sheer amount of wealth he held within that liquor cabinet was likely more disposable income than most middle class could ever claim to have and yet, it hardly perturbed Sebastian in the slightest. He suspected she might choose one of those more expensive bottles, after all, who wouldn't when given the opportunity of beverages they didn't often partake of? Even so, he flopped within that chair only after fetching two classes from the top of that counter, entirely willing to let Vhalla fiddle with those bottles whilst he waited. His blue eyes settled upon her form as she hummed away at herself, the woman clearly glancing at the dates printed with pride on each label. He was almost unsurprised at that black and gold bottle she'd chosen, that year the oldest in his collection. That almost please comment of his own words, however, prompted little more than a shrug from the man. "That I did." He responded, gesturing towards the seat beside him.

The vampire watched as she made herself comfortable within that plush armchair, pulling loose the cork on that aged old bottle only to pour the contents within both of their glasses. Sebastian hardly hesitated to pluck that tumblr from the wooden side table, her glass suddenly clinking with his own. "Salute." He responded, that Italian rolling near effortlessly off of his lips in return. The liquid was swirled lightly within his own glass before the man sipped on its contents, entirely content to enjoy that luxuriously strong taste of that bourbon. God, he had needed this. That curse Vhalla uttered in the wake of tasting that liquid brought a soft chuckle to his lips, his head bobbing in return as he took another gulp of the drink. Of course Sebastian's indulgences were nothing short of spectacular. After all, the majority of the man's life prior to his Italian lover had been spent drunk, high, or fucking some lucky individual. Gluttony, it seemed, was a vice he knew well. That glass was quickly downed, prompted surely by his own soured mood and yet, he was grateful that, tonight, he was not the only soul within that room. A small gesture was all he needed before he held that empty tumblr out to her, allowing Vhalla to fill it once again.

He placed the drink upon his knee, simply swirling the contents of it as those near humorous words drew his blue eyes towards the woman at his side. "If I bite you now, I'd be doubly as wasted." Sebastian commented and yet, it was far more of a musing sort of fact then any real contribution to the conversation. After all, he could quite near smell the blood that ran through her veins, even if it was certainly becoming laced with his own alcohol. Consuming her would be like consuming just as much as she'd drank. Still, it was tempting. That very mention of Dorian, however, drew a small simper to his lips and yet, any story he might have offered her was interrupted only by her insistence that the pair were certainly not friends. Sebastian shrugged half heartedly, "That's fine. Though I might have to hide the rest of my liquor from you then...if you're only my not friend." Apparently, he was feeling petty enough to offer buying her friendship with booze. How....unlike him. Even so, she had asked for a story of sorts, hadn't she?

"I don't know if you were here or not then but...a year or so ago one of the bars I frequented was set on fire. Arson...it spread fast, thanks to the alcohol. I found Dorian in the crowd outside watching it burn down." He shook his head ever so slightly, "He thought the fire was some sort of festive event or something. I was hungry and he hadn't slept in an actual bed for about a month...he was so easy to influence..." Sebastian's voice trailed off, a soft sigh upon his lips. He had never actually admitted exactly what he had done that night, not even to Dorian himself. His affinity for lust, for those pheromones, was one the fae King was altogether ignorant of and yet, Sebastian was certain it was that which had made this relationship even possible. "He was supposed to be a one-night stand but....fate has a funny way of making up it's own mind." He was lucky to find love in that, he knew he was. He shouldn't be pining after William when his childhood crush had so easily left him, not when he had someone like Dorian. God how he wished the fae King was here tonight.