Sebastian Ellington

Crowned Consort of Italy

Sebastian was hardly oblivious to the young girl's antics as they strode down that street, those muttered words and attentiveness to the pebbles underfoot seemed more akin to a pouting child then one who truly understood those emotions he was trying to convey. A soft sigh left his lips and yet, was he truly surprised? The child seemed to struggle with any such emotion that required her to consider another perception besides her own and yet, he supposed her well-behaved demeanor thus far was an improvement....sort of. Even so, he certainly appreciated the change all the same. It was that idle comment of a 'doll' that prompted a near quizzical look from the Englishman. Those terms she and Ceara used for those who were often paid to provide blood were foreign to him, particularly considering he'd never actually purchased such a service before. It took him a moment to make the connection of what she was referring to before a small shrug crossed his own shoulders in return. "I suppose it does, Ma Petite." The vampire responded in turn, frankly, he was rather surprised to discover she had taken to feeding without such blood taking ending in death. That was a rather large improvement indeed.

The further the pair moved away from Sebastian's own home, the more relaxed the vampire appeared to be, those inquiries of her own preferences in a dress fell easily from his lips. His head bobbed ever so slightly as she glanced down at the length of her current garb, only to comment on the color of it that she liked. Blue. Like their eyes. A warm simper crossed the man's features. "We do. Blue is also my favorite color." Sebastian saw fit to inform her, that grin still settled on his lips. Sebastian was oblivious, truly, to the way her gaze seemed to linger upon those more...risque clothes that lined the storefronts of some of the boutiques they passed, the vampire instead far more steadfast in his efforts to find that one particular store he knew existed somewhere on that street for her age range. He hadn't considered that the sensual world that Sebastian so lived within was something to coax want from the girl. Rather, it was only in that brief utterance of hesitance from the girl that caused his gaze to turn down towards her. "Well, if we don't find one here, we'll have to look another night. We still have a bit of time before the wedding." The vampire reassured her as he led her into the boutique.

His gaze shifted upwards to the sound of a voice the moment the pair entered that store. Though he had hoped to go without the help of a saleswoman, Sebastian did his best to provide her with a rather polite smile all the same. That comment of his daughter however, hardly phased the man, if only for the simple fact that this had certainly not been the first time that Anna-Marie had been mistaken as such. After all, Dorian and Samantha had thought the girl the same, for a while. "Thank you." He responded, accepting that compliment all the same, even if such a thing as a child was closed off to him for all eternity, thanks to the little girl at his side. "We're hoping to find a dress for a wedding we will be attending, do you have anything that might work?" Sebastian inquired, his gaze already sweeping over several items on hangers that looked as if they could fit the bill. Yes, he was rather certain he could find her something here.