There were particularly few moments in which the refined Englishman truly exercised his otherworldly capabilities. His kind was known for more than just their sharpened fangs and thirst for blood. Oh no, they too were characterized by frightening strength and demonic speed. Both were traits Sebastian often pretended not to have at all, if only for how terribly unbecoming it would be to be seen in such a manner. The gaping was already bad enough without setting himself apart further from the societal norm. It was, perhaps, that desire not to further garner attention from the public that saw Sebastian dress so particularly different from his norm, the usually posh Prince instead sporting a hoodie and a pair of jeans. His own guards had been left behind and as a result, the vampire was well aware of just how much his own husband would surely fret. Sebastian balanced Arlo's sofa under his arm, the piece of furniture hardly heavy so much as it was merely bulky. His cellphone rested within his other hand, his fingers moving dexterously across the screen as he texted Dorian, promising that he was perfectly fine, no one had noticed him, and that he'd hardly be out much longer - moving Arlo's distinctly new furniture had hardly taken long at all, the trip from West to East requiring more effort then even placing Arlo's furniture in the moving truck.

The vampire glanced up from his phone as he approached the front door, Arlo's foot holding it open for him just as he finally pressed the send button on his phone. Sebastian tucked his cellphone in his pocket, only to carefully maneuver the sofa through the entryway and into the semi-empty living room. His crystalline blue irises followed Arlo's gesture towards the armchair, the vampire easily making his way towards it only to place the couch down with an altogether gentle thud. He pushed it back ever so slightly with his foot - aligning it neatly with the chair beside it. Arlo's inquiry, however, prompted a roll of those glacier blue irises as Sebastian turned to flop down on the sofa. "Yes, I'm allowed to stay later." He commented, the British lit to his voice holding some tone of sarcasm. "We've received a few death threats lately." The Prince explained as he stretched out his figure. "It's nothing new but, our head of security has been worried about these in particular for some reason or another." Sebastian shrugged, the vampire hardly perturbed by these any more than he was all the other words of dislike the royal couple was sent. For as many letters of praise and adoration they received, so too were the plethora of individuals disgusted by their very existence, much less by their relationship. Sebastian watched as Arlo placed the coffee table to the ground in front of him, a box quickly placed on top of it before his friend headed towards the fridge.

The vibration of his phone prompted his gaze to shift as he glanced down at his husband's reply. That shout was one he paused before responding to, his own voice slightly distracted. "Uhh....sure..." He commented, the vampire choosing not to reply to his lover as he turned off the screen of his cellphone. He tossed it lightly onto the sofa next to him, just in time for a can to come flying out of the kitchen at his head. His own reflexes, however, were certainly more than astute as the vampire effortlessly caught the can, popping open the lid in one smooth motion. "Do you know how long it's been since I've had a canned beer?" He commented, bringing the drink to his lips, savoring the hoppy flavor before he glanced down at the label. Arlo flicked on his Bluetooth speakers as the vampire passed, only to flop in the embrace of the armchair. Arlo's posture within that chair was hardly an appropriate use of the chair but Sebastian himself was hardly one to utilize furniture appropriately when the eyes of the public were not dwelling upon him. Arlo's inquiry of his own thoughts on the man's new home, however, drew his gaze around the open plan, the townhome certainly remarkably above the shoddy loft that his companion had previously occupied. "It's leagues better than where you were." Sebastian pointed out with an almost teasing grin.

The Prince was, admittedly, hardly surprised to learn that Abigail had played a part in choosing the home. It hardly seemed the sort of thing that he imagined Arlo deciding to invest in on his own. The size of the place was certainly...a lot for just one person and yet, the Englishman was also well aware that Arlo had been contemplating a life of his own with the Were-Panda he'd been dating. That news that Arlo had finally asked the girl to move in was hardly surprising, after all, the vampire had been talking about asking her for some time - a point Sebastian had been keen to encourage. Now, however, his eyebrow only rose questioningly. After all, Abigail, nor any of her things, certainly did not exist within the home presently. "And?" Sebastian prompted as Arlo sipped upon his own beer. The soft sigh upon Arlo's lips was hardly reassuring, the vampire certain now that it had hardly gone well and yet, he remained silent as he waited. The vampire's head bobbed in understanding as Arlo spoke of his desires to live with Abigail before they begun to consider the commitment of marriage. It was, however, Arlo's outrage for Nepal that prompted a warm grin to his features and a soft chuckle upon his lips. "Nepal is a bit...ah...traditional. In my era, you'd be lucky to hold her hand unattended before you married her. Course, I found ways around that but..." Sebastian shrugged, hardly lingering upon just all the manners the Victorian had bedded the women he did. "...start inviting her over more often. Till she spends more time here than at home and then moving it will seem....sensible." It was the exact same tactic he had used with his own lover, though their wedding announcement had admittedly followed soon after Dorian had moved in all the same.

The struggle to convince the girl to move in with Arlo, however, hardly seemed to be the only thing that seemed to weigh upon the vampire's mind. Even Sebastian was aware of that worry that seemed to all but overwhelm his companion. The Englishman's head tilted ever so slightly to the side, simply waiting and listening as Arlo insisted there was more. Sebastian could hardly help the grin that slowly spread across his features as Arlo confided in him the true level of ignorance the poor fellow's girlfriend had over those more...intimate activities. He tried, truly, to swallow that laughter but the sheer idea of Abigail having a panic attack on the sofa just over Arlo's touch was far too much! That rich, warm laughter left his lips, the incubus left giggling at his companion's all but abysmal luck. The indignation within Arlo's voice at his own name only worsened those chuckles, even as Sebastian batted aside the pillow that was launched in his direction. His free arm near clutched his side as he tried to get his laughter under control, the veritable pout on Arlo's lips hardly helping him at all. His laughter dimmed into a warm grin as Arlo bemoaned that very adoration he held for Abigail, much less his fear of simply fearing her with those intimate activities! Oh, how he had not missed this part of courting. Dorian, after all, had been all too eager to fall into bed with him - scandalously and frequently. The inquiry of his own experience with such chaste girls, however, only prompted an almost knowing twinkle to his crystalline eyes.

"I have. It is...far more effort then I find most of them worth. I mean...without the venom...and the powers." He admitted with a small shrug of his shoulders. For a moment, he eyed his companion, as if considering that very advice he intended to provide the man. Arlo, he knew, was unlikely to balk from the process at all - not when he was so dead set upon Abigail to the point of contemplating their marriage. "You're going to need a lot of movies, mate. It's going to take a month or two." He warned and yet, he supposed, what was a month or two when he was rather certain the last time Arlo had enjoyed those intimate activities had been the night they had met. "You have to make her want you...but she doesn't know how to want you yet so you want to get those romance movies with the hot and heavy sex scenes. You know, the ones girls go crazy over. Just...don't pick the Notebook, you don't want her crying through the bloody thing. You wait until those scenes come on and then you make your move. Start with just your hand on her thigh, see how long she lets you leave it there. Then start making out with her during those scenes...then move your hand to her groin....I mean doing this across multiple movies Arlo. Not just all at once. And never ask her if she's okay with what you're doing or if she wants you to stop. If you give her an out, she'll take it. They always do." He almost pitied the poor vampire, Sebastian equally as uncertain if Arlo had the patience and finesse requires to coax a virgin into breaking her vows of chastity. At the very least though, the tale would be an amusing one to tell his lover.

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona