The Englishman was hardly oblivious to that glimpse of Carolina's tongue slipping so tantalizingly over the plushness of her bottom lip. How utterly tempting the woman was, coaxing the resting Incubus within him to the very surface. Oh, the places he would so like her mouth! The very thought of the woman upon her knees so lingering within his mind as his hands settle upon her hips. That soft purr upon her lips was no less enticing and yet, despite the chemistry that so naturally seemed to exist between the pair, Sebastian found himself inquiring after her view of that new apartment - the topic far safer than the suggestions that so lingered upon the forefront of his mind. A wry grin crossed the Prince's features as she so insisted that the present company was, by far, the most enjoyable aspect of the space. "I do strive to please," Sebastian responded, his own thick English accent a soft rumble in the quietness of the dark flat. His own crystalline gaze was wholly focused upon the woman in front of him as she looked up at him beneath those thick eyelashes. Her hands slowly slid up the front of his chiseled figure before wrapping around his neck, her fingers toying with his brunette locks.

Her inquiry of assisting in that house warming caused his eyebrow to furrow ever so slightly, that inquiry upon his lips quite until Carolina's hips so pressed against his figure, bringing to life his very body all over again. The very idea that he might so indulge in her slender figure was altogether arousing, coaxing with it a plethora of imagery that was all too difficult to deny. Oh, the things he could make her feel! The sounds he could so coax from her lips! That very response of his frame was all too obvious, surely, with her own body pressed so invitingly against him. Sebastian shifted ever so slightly, those dress pants quickly becoming far too uncomfortable all over again and yet, despite that lingering lust and want that afflicted him, his bright blue eyes momentarily fluttered from her lithe figure. After all, though that sexual creature was very much a part of who he was, he had still made a promise to be true to one singular soul. That very sort of promise was one Sebastian was ill-inclined to break, the man determined to uphold the sanctity of his marriage, on some level. The vampire was, admittedly, entirely skilled at saying no, that rejection altogether gentle with the very suggestion of his own expiring life. Sunrise was, admittedly, his greatest excuse and worst enemy all in a single stroke.

A small, almost sad simper crossed his features at that soft whisper upon Carolina's lips. How true she was - the woman in front of him a creature of the sun, the very heat to her veins so reminding him of that simple fact. His thoughts, however, hardly lingered long upon the impossibility of the sun and the moon and their intricate dance, that sway of her body sliding against his own so prompted a soft groan from the man's lips. How effortless it was to so regain the entirety of his attention and yet, those very words upon her lips had so coaxed his very thoughts back upon her figure body. "I wouldn't mind seeing that..." He mused softly, a singular eyebrow rising at the very suggestion. It was, he was certain, hardly the sort of entertainment she was desiring for the evening and yet, he would, in his own way, ensure her satisfaction, even if Sebastian had every intention of keeping his hands to himself - those very fangs, after all, surely more than capable of....assisting in that goal, should it be desired.