Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

The Italian Prince's crystalline gaze remained upon the young child as she offered a piece of her cookie to the small, rambunctious puppy at her feet. Sebastian had long since learned that patience was a near requirement with it came to those encounters with the young vampire. He was hardly ignorant of the contemplative look upon her features as she slowly straightened to face him, only for the young woman to announce almost abruptly that she wished to have a party in turn. Apparently, she had quite enjoyed the wedding festivities enough to warrant an engagement of her own. Sebastian paused, his eyebrows furrowing and yet, he supposed there was no reason to deny her this. "What sort of party, love?" He inquired, only to offer in an effort to prompt her further. "A tea party, perhaps?" Sebastian inquired before a cookie was held out toward him. For a moment, the Englishman allowed that conversation to shift as he reached for the cookie in her hand. The last thing he had anticipated, however, was for Arlo to be the singular individual that Anna-Marie had picked out of the veritable crowd that had attended his own wedding.

There was no denying he had a sort of fondness for the man. The fellow vampire was truly the only real friend Sebastian had outside of his marriage. His insistence that Anna-Marie should give the man another try, however, seemed to result in the wrinkle of her nose. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly as Anna-Marie insisted that Arlo was not a real vampire if only for his...peculiar eating habits. "I'm sorry you had such a bad first experience with him, Ma Petite," Sebastian answered, attempting to offer the girl an apology of his own and yet, he too saw little reason to force his only companion upon her either. After all, perhaps it would be better to keep the two separate, particularly considering his Maker's tendency for far more violent tantrums. No, it was far better to let her continue on with this party of hers instead of attempting to find some way for her to find peace with his own companion.

That sudden suggestion of presents, however, drew his crystalline gaze back towards her as his shoulders lifted in a small shrug. "I don't see why not." He commented, after all, money was certainly of no object to him. It was, however, Anna-Marie's admittance that she had never had a party with presents that saw him pause. "Never? Have you not celebrated your birthday? Or Christmas?" He inquired, the vampire entirely taken aback by that sudden lack of presents within her life. How had no one in her live celebrated anything with her, even Ceara? His head bobbed at the young woman's requests, making note of that list of presents she so desired. His features furrowed ever so slightly at the mention of Damon, however. It was no secret that the pair of vampires hardly got along in the slightest, their interactions more akin to a brief hello then anything else. The idea of the man within his home was....distinctly displeasing. Perhaps she might be convinced to have this party without the vampire...? Or at least with Isolt too present. However, rather then tackle that conundrum, Sebastian chose to focus upon the far easier one of all the questions she had afforded him. "Your pet? What sort of pet do you have?" He inquired as she hurried past him, causing the vampire to trail within her wake, altogether inquisitive of where she was venturing off to now.