Family had always been of particular importance to the Victorian vampire. His youth was so focused upon becoming a man his family could be proud of - from that job to those deemed permissible to court. Everything within his era was about their family name. And then, quite before he was ready for it. They simply were....gone. He was left alone in the world with little but money and buildings to his name - things that were once desirable and yet, felt empty without the warmth of those bodies and the musical sound of laughter to fill the halls. It was only once there was no one left for him that Sebastian realized the true value of family, much less that same sentiment he now proposed to Arlo. Family was what you made it, once that life had been stolen. Now, Dorian was the very epicenter of his world and, frankly, he was certain that it would hardly take much effort at all before Abigail too became the very epitome of that family that Arlo had lost. Such a concept, it seemed, was entirely philosophical to the far younger vampire. His insistence that such was the norm for his era, however, seemed to prompt a rather impulsive remark from Arlo.

A rich chuckle left Sebastian's lips, the Englishman hardly taking insult to such a blunt comment. His head shook ever so slightly. "No, it wasn't exactly shitty. Just....very rigid. Everything was about family. If you rebelled, you could easily be disowned." A small shrug crossed his shoulders and yet, he purposefully omitted, at that moment, that for all his wantonness, abandonment had never quite been within his fate as it had Arlo's. That information would hardly serve to help his companion in that moment of despondency. He watched as Arlo shifted, freely allowing the man to allow that conversation to return back towards Abigail. His eyebrow rose ever slightly at that clear hesitance within the man's voice as he admitted to those possessive tendencies that had started to take a hold of him. The sheer concern Arlo held over his obsessiveness over her, of his desire to near rip the head off of any who dared look at her only prompted that warm laughter to the vampire's lips all over again. It was almost endearing, how naive Arlo was to the very nature of their kind. They were predators at the core, even if they tended not to act as such. That bestial side always had a hold, even if it was discreet.

Although he did his best to soothe the far younger man's concerns, even Sebastian could see he was hardly pleased with that fact that this was his new reality. Still, Sebastian was assured those aggressive tendencies would be easier controlled in time. Although the Englishman himself had few answers on what brought out such desires, he could easily postulate on those possibilities. After all, the one thing he was certain of was that Abigail and Arlo were meant for each other, at least for now. That red ribbon that so intertwined between them told him well enough of that. The subtle admission of that affinity, however, seemed enough to cause a sort of panic to grip his companion, prompting a wide eyed look and hurried words. Oh dear. Arlo was not quite yet ready for the truth of this matter either. A small glimpse of amusement crossed his features. He couldn't help but to wonder if he had looked quite the same when first announcing he wanted to marry his own husband. Somehow...he doubted it. He had dwelled on it for months, after all, before finally deciding to take those steps for that proposal. Arlo had only just gotten over that asking-her-out hump. It was with distinct care that he reworded what he had meant and yet, Arlo seemed to already set himself on coming around to that idea.

He allowed that brief silence to settle over the pair. Arlo was, quite clearly, lost in thought and, considering the topic, Sebastian was content to allow it. Rather, his own gaze turned towards that treeline Dorian had disappeared within, even though he hardly expected to see his husband there. His finger reached for that wedding ring, gently toying with it on his finger. The vampire's gaze deviated only with that sudden movement at his side, Arlo's blue eyes briefly met his own before the man near demanded that Sebastian kept this conversation from Abigail - as if he had any intention of doing otherwise. Particularly considering all that Arlo had in turn kept from Dorian. His promise seemed enough to assure his companion and, in turn, Sebastian saw fit to share his own little story of....well, a less than graceful moment. The sheer idea of himself hissing at fire seemed to prompt a ready amusement from Arlo's lips, one that even he could appreciate in hindsight. At the moment, his control had already been wavering, his wound had already been aggravating enough and finding himself in Dorian's care had only further served to set him on edge. How things had changed.

A pleased simper crossed his features at Arlo's sudden announcement that Dorian and himself were one of those strong couples. Though their relationship was still young, he could hardly deny that he was happy, both with Dorian and with the outside world capable of seeing that marital bliss between them. "Thank you." Sebastian interrupted, only to nod in ready agreement that Arlo and Abigail just needed more time. He was sure they would find their way to the same level of happiness....in time. It was that sudden question of his relationship with Dorian, however, that caused a pensive look upon his features. "Hmm...." He commented simply. Truthfully, he could pinpoint that exact moment within their relationship, even if he largely had help with that realization. "Dorian and I hadn't been seeing one another for very long. I unexpectedly was forced to leave town for a few weeks and didn't have a chance to tell him. The whole time I was gone, he was the only thing I thought about. The moment I returned to the city, I went to see him. It was the first time he actually stayed the night." He omitted the sex they had, those promises to officially be an item and the discovery of their own red ribbon. Still, it was that very moment he knew that Dorian was far more than some fleeting body to fill his bed. They were something more and, for the first time in a long while, Sebastian found himself setting down those very roots to find out the very extent of those emotions. "That night changed everything for us both, I think."

That answer seemed enough to reassure his companion, though of what, Sebastian wasn't certain. Either way, he allowed that conversation to drift from himself and his husband by the mention of those papers that had sent Arlo upon that journey home in the first place. After all the man went through, he could only hope it was enough to file those lawsuits and copyright claims that Arlo was desiring. His own thoughts lingered upon those papers, hardly anticipating that sudden change of topic to a theory about him. The skepticism upon his features was quite blatant, prompting that comment of hearing him out. "All right." He uttered with an almost exasperated sigh. He led the way back towards that large mansion, his bright blue eyes settled upon Arlo as he worked on wording that theory. His head bobbed as Arlo commented of the difference in their species, even though he hardly saw fit to interrupt as Arlo began to list them off one by one.

It was only once Arlo voiced that very last species that a sort of understanding fell upon the Englishman. "Oh." He responded, already knowing where this was going. Though Sebastian had never met a true incubus, he had been called one many of times before. "You're not going to tell me I'm an incubus, are you?" He retorted, almost anticipating this. After all, Arlo was hardly the first in the two hundred years of his life to observe his very affinity for sex and love and attraction. What he didn't anticipate was that word 'hybrid' suddenly thrown in. His eyebrow rose all over again though he hardly interrupted - not yet. Even Sebastian knew that he was not truly an incubus. He knew well he could not survive on sex alone, that blood required for his continual survival les that hunger all but overtake him. Any word of protest he might have offered however, was cut off by Arlo's insistence that he was not done yet. He remained silent for several moments longer as Arlo spoke of his affinities and his own maker in turn. It was a nice theory, one that had been clearly mulled over and yet, it wasn't quite correct. Though their conclusion was likely right, to some degree, there was far more to that story.

It was only once Arlo finished speaking that the Englishman finally offered a small shake of his head. "You don't have it all right." He informed his companion, pausing for a moment before the vampire continued on. "Not all of them are directed towards having people want me, some, yes, some used a certain way manage to do that but...not every single power. My maker has absolutely nothing to do with what I am. She's not a succubus and has no desire to allure others to her. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she was still a virgin. She is a Sanguine through and through and has no reservations about it" Even despite those flaws in their theory, that logical side of him was unwilling to let this go, resulting in the vampire mulling it over for some time longer. "Perhaps....you and Abigail have it opposite. Maybe I had the incubus genes in me and it's her Sanguine that made me a hybrid....I don't know." A small shrug crossed his shoulders and though it was a curious thought, Sebastian hardly put much stock in it one way or another. After all, it's not like it changed anything...did it?