It wasn't often that Sebastian spoke of his maker. Admittedly, for the majority of his undead life, it had simply been out of ignorance of her beyond her appearances. She had, after all, murdered him and left him on the cold cobblestone streets of London. Now, however, he had finally been given the opportunity to get to know the girl, only to decide that, really, it was better to have not known her at all. After Ceara, he had rather come to expect that look of humor at the notion that he was changed by a child, even despite his own lover's constant assurance that his mortal body had stood little chance against the undead girl. Truthfully, Sebastian was expecting that glimpse of surprise upon Arlo's features, only for that very emotion to be overtaken with a frown on the man's usually optimistic face. Oh dear. It was clear that Arlo was putting more thought into this then necessary, the kind of thought that caused Sebastian to eye him with a sort of weariness before Arlo glanced back towards him, apparently finally willing to present that consideration that seemed to perturb him, if that anxious rubbing of the back of his neck was anything to go by.

A soft sigh left his lips as Arlo described his Maker with such clear clarity. He knew what that meant. "Yes." He remarked in an altogether disgruntled tone. It was clear they had met and, knowing what he did of his own Maker, it was unlikely that it had gone well. His bright blue eyes remained settled up Arlo, waiting for the admittance that he knew would come, even if it was wearily. That casual shrug he was given caused his eyebrow to raise and yet, he waited for Arlo's careful explanation of that meeting. He knew, vaguely, why Arlo seemed so cautious of admitting his experience with the youthful appearing French girl. After all, their kind had an almost intimate connection with those who created them. Even Sebastian was not immune from such a thing, considering how possessive he was capable of being. Even so, with Anna-Marie, he was...particularly dismissive. A small snort left his nose as Arlo commented on the girl's attempt to throw him into a wall. "Few seem to get along with her." Sebastian retorted, his arms crossing for a brief moment. "Really mate, you're lucky that's the worst she tried to do." It would seem he was still sour with his creator for putting his now-husband in danger all those months ago.

Sebastian was, however, readily willing to allow that to drift to matters far less tense. Women, it seemed, were something that eternally baffled his companion, if only for their lack of interest in physical intimacy. Really, he had heard of that fair gender's tendency to have little want for such a thing and yet, the Victorian vampire himself had experienced scarcely little of that stereotypical side. It was, surely, thanks largely to those skills gifted to him, abilities which left even Arlo contemplating his newfound status as a hybrid vampire. He was entirely certain, however, that women's lack of interest had little to do with then and far more to do with the men who pursue them. After all, if they were incapable of performing to standards, why should those women desire that intimacy in turn? It seemed so blatantly logical that Sebastian hardly paused to consider how entirely egotistical he appeared, even in spite of Arlo's unrefined snort. The far younger man was hardly buying that theory, it seemed. He had considered arguing that point further, had they not arrived at the pair of French doors that led into the estate and the far more interesting puzzle that awaited him inside.

Sebastian followed Arlo towards the dining room and the plethora of paperwork that awaited him to sort through. It would seem that trip with Abigail had not been a waste after all. At least, not yet. The vampire settled himself within the dining room table, his fingers easily flipping through those papers he had been provided, making note of the dates that had been penned on each of those songs, sheet music, and guitar chords. Although he'd heard that inquiry on Arlo's lips, Sebastian hardly made an effort to answer, at least, not yet. Not until he was certain they had enough to build a case. It took him several more minutes till he leaned back in his chair, his eyes sweeping over those pages as he collected his thoughts and the options available to them. How long had it been since he had done anything like this? How many years since he had stepped into a courtroom? God, he was out of practice. Those considerations, however, were quickly pushed aside as he finally declared they had enough to at least contemplate pursuing proving that copyright protection.

However, having enough to consider it was only half of the battle. They still had to decide what sort of damages they would seek, they still had to fill out a form with the copyright office, still had to file that fee, and still had to wait until the office got around to approving it before they could even consider chasing those funds Arlo had lost in a true court. That very plan tumbled from his lips with ease, only for his bright blue eyes to meet that blank stare Arlo had given him. Oh. Right. Perhaps he should have made it easier to understand....? His head shook ever so slightly as Arlo declared he had said at least four words the man had never heard of before and yet, it was that sudden announcement of Sebastian's intelligence that brought a roguish grin to his features. "I do have more than just a pretty face." He retorted in almost smug fashion. He fell silent soon afterward, however, listening intently as Arlo attempted to summarize those options and that makeshift plan available to him. Sebastian's head bobbed along, pausing only to correct the fellow on that word he so struggled with. "Statutory."

Sebastian could tell that he had given the man perhaps a bit too much information starting out, the law, however, tended to be rather...complex in situations like this. Frankly, there was even more to the problem then even what he had told Arlo so far. He watched as Arlo reached down to pick up that old page, that song clearly of sentimental value to the man. That inquiry into how much it cost, however, caused his lips to press together ever so slightly. "Don't fret over the costs of it too much Arlo, besides, this should be fun," Sebastian commented, a warm grin settled on his features. "I'll have to get my license renewed. I'll let you cover the cost of that and the forms we're going to fill out. Shouldn't be more than a thousand I would think." After all, it wasn't as if Sebastian ever had a great need for money now, though if it made Arlo feel better he was willing to placate the man. "Unfortunately, it is a bit tricker than just that though." He continued, glancing back down at those pages. "We don't want to go for statutory damages, it wouldn't allow you to seek damages for all the money they've made off the songs before now, presuming you didn't leave your band three months ago. We'll also have to send them a cease and desist after the copyright claim goes through, presuming they didn't place one themselves on your songs, in which case, the whole case changes." What he had before him was not quite enough to build a solid case, not yet. "Any chance any of these is that contract you didn't sign?" He inquired as he glanced over that paperwork, entirely relying on Arlo to help him put together those scraps of paper into something coherent and meaningful.

He watched as Arlo reached for those scraps of paper, easily pulling out another napkin or two from the pile. His gaze glanced upwards towards the musician across from him as Arlo began to recount both the story of its creation and too his band's reception of it. A small frown tugged at his features as Arlo defending his drummer's musical talent even in spite of that clear difference of opinions in music....amongst....other things. At that gesture, Sebastian handed his companion another piece of paper, only for the Englishman himself to continue sorting through those pages in search of...well, something useful. He hardly anticipated that sudden cry of alarm that rose from Arlo's lips, immediately pulling the entirety of his attention up towards the man as Arlo scrambled backward into the chair, sending it crashing to the floor. For a moment, Sebastian simply stared blankly at Arlo in the same fash Arlo seemed surprised at his own discovery of being on the beneath that mahogany chair. He watched as Arlo suddenly scrambled to his feet, only to gesture towards the living room.

Sebastian's bright blue eyes briefly turned towards the living room, his head tilted upwards ever so slightly as he sniffed that air. That distinct scent gave away exactly who had stepped within that estate, as much as Arlo's own description did. "It was just Matteo, I wouldn't worry." He assured his companion, slowly rising to his feet. He moved towards that living room, entirely inquisitive on why his father-in-law saw fit to visit the estate now when he surely knew Dorian was out in the forest.