Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The sound of the vampire's rich English tones seemed to immediately draw the young girl's attention towards the newly crowned Prince, a vibrant smile upon her sweet lips. It was rare - that glimpse of pure, naive, and unjaded joy. His maker was so often described as...fussy at best, and in return, Sebastian was almost taken aback by her noteworthy glee. For a moment he eyed the girl and the newest member of their household, the little puppy's chocolate brown eyes hardly straying now that there was food in hand. It took the vampire a moment to piece together those descriptions that Anna-Marie provided before his head shook ever so slightly. "No, he is just a dog, as is this one," Sebastian responded, reaching down to pat the head of Maxwell at his side. He knew, after all, exactly what Anna-Marie had seen. It was a full moon tonight an though Charles rarely left the estate, his manservant made an effort every month to ensure Sebastian knew his intent to shift before letting that canine within him free. "The man who was a dog.....he is special." The Englishman continued, a small simper upon his features before he shifted the conversation to inquire after Anna-Marie's trip to Italy those few months ago.

He watched as her nose wrinkled, the girl clearly forced to think back upon that trip sometime prior before she announced her own thoughts of the country Sebastian now was responsible for. A soft chuckle left his lips before he nodded in ready agreement. He too had found it baffling how...different places smelled to his overly sensitive senses. England smelled eternally of the salty seaside and the clean scent of rain but Italy was somehow unique all on its own. He watched as the young woman rose from her position, only to declare her enjoyment of the party - that part was one he had been certain she would revel in. It had, quite frankly, been near amazing that Sebastian's wedding had gone so particularly well with his young maker present - the girl's demeanor had been nothing short of impeccable, a fact that Sebastian had particularly appreciated at the time. His head bobbed ever so slightly, the man assured that there were be no further parties in which Anna-Marie might be required to attend that would include nearly as much talking as his wedding and coronation.

It was, however, the very mention of the 'mean vampire' that caused him to pause, his eyebrows furrowing for a moment before Sebastian pieced together this conundrum too. Arlo had, after all, mentioned that he had met the childlike vampire before - the impression the French girl tended to make was near unforgettable. "Ah, Arlo...he isn't so bad though, Ma Petite. You should give him another try." Sebastian insisted with a small, almost encouraging simper. After all, despite the vampire's peculiar eating habits, the Englishman got on surprisingly well with the young rockstar. His own fingers reached forward to pluck that last tea biscuit from her palm, as he nodded ever so slightly. "I am sure that can be arranged." After all, Sebastian quite enjoyed a good tea party - even if he was uncertain as to exactly who Anna-Marie might enjoy such a 'party' with. He supposed it didn't matter, really. Hopefully, she would forget of this or be satisfied with his presence alone - at the very least, he quite enjoyed indulging in those British sweets outside of that designated tea hour, even if it was quite unseemly.