Effortlessly, the Italian Prince caught the can that was tossed at him, the very action alone far more than Sebastian often was inclined to display, small though it was. Briefly, his navy gaze traced the label of the can, the man lamenting how long it had been since he'd savored a beer of all things, particularly a canned one. His fingers reached for the tab, the vampire popping the can's lid before bringing the beverage to his lips. Arlo flopped in the armchair at his side, one leg was thrown lackadaisically over the arm as he inquired after the sort of alcohol the vampire enjoyed within their Italian palaces. A small shrug crossed Sebastian's shoulders as he lowered the beer into his lap, the vampire slouching down into the sofa, only to place his feet up on the coffee table. There were few times in which the Prince was allowed to be anything less than formal and now, he had every desire to enjoy it. "I don't think there's a rule against it. Italy's known for their wine though and there's loads of liquor. I was gifted a forty-year-old scotch last time we were in Naples. You'd be daft to say no to a Dalmore for a canned Budwiser, mate." It was simply, he found, the way of things. The deplorable beer and low-grade booze were never presented to the Royal couple if only for the fear of how it might look for either to be seen with anything less then the absolute best. Still, sometimes...it was nice to remember the world he had come from before his marriage - those parties that lasted deep into the night, the booze that had been too warm or tasted of piss, the drugs, and fucking hell, the sex. Not that Sebastian was in any way wanting on the latter.

His thoughts of times past were interrupted by his companion's inquiry upon his view of the new Eastern townhome. Slowly, his crystalline gaze transversed the open floor plan only to declare it leagues better than the dump Arlo had lived in before. Truly, it was hardly awful by any means, though a touch more suburban middle class than his own tastes often swayed to. Nevertheless, his approval seemed to prompt a gleeful grin upon the younger vampire's face - this home clearly meant far more to Arlo then the boy had actually voiced. The Englishman's attention remained steadfast upon his companion as Arlo spoke of the country that Abigail apparently hailed from. The very mention of 'Nepal' prompted a ghost of a simper upon the vampire's features, if only because he knew the very traditions of the country. They were traditions that hardly aligned with the vampire's own tendencies - the man hardly dwelling long within its borders as a result. A soft chuckle left his lips at Arlo's misfortune, the man's insistence that he was hardly allowed to do anything reminded him distinctly of life within his own era. Then - a woman showing her ankles was a very scandal in itself! His declaration of those....traditional tendencies within the country, however, prompted little more than a roll of the young artist's eyes. The sarcasm within Arlo's voice was altogether palpable, prompting another chuckle from Sebastian. "You're welcome." He commented as Arlo slid further back into his seat.

Still, it hardly seemed Abigail's country of origin that ailed his companion the most. Rather, Arlo deemed nearly....frustratedly despondent at his girlfriend's refusal to turn down moving in. In modern times, such a decline often spelled the very end of a relationship and yet, Arlo seemed steadfast determined in his effort to convince the woman he so clearly loved. Sebastian hardly had to contemplate that conundrum before offering a rather easy and equally as sensible suggestion to solving it. After all, Abigail was as logical as the girl was emotional, inviting her over until this became her 'home' would surely coax the girl to contemplate moving in on both fronts. His brow rose ever so slightly as that astonished grin settled upon Arlo's features, the man's assurance that he sometimes had good idea prompted a small snort on his lips. "Oh, sod off," He scoffed, those British phrases far more prominent as that guise of eternal politeness fell in favor of a rare comfort. Still, he found an insult in the idea that he was only useful sometimes! Really! His thoughts, however, deviated from that faux insult as Arlo insisted it was hardly living together that was the greatest concern for the younger vampire. Inquisitively, the Prince's head tilted as he listened in silence to the problem that Arlo faced. A small simper spread across his features, the vampire struggling to maintain his face of neutrality. It was the idea of the girl having a panic attack at Arlo even touching her that prompted abrupt laughter from the vampire. Oh, how he tried!

That look of utter disdain upon Arlo's features hardly helped with the warm laughter on Sebastian's lips, as much as he tried to suppress his amusement at Arlo's misfortune. His arm rose as the accent pillow was hurled at him, Sebastian easily batting it away so it fell harmlessly on the cushion beside him. Arlo's pout hardly helped with the matter and yet, Sebastian was trying to take it seriously....sort of! It took several moments for the vampire to subdue himself enough to answer his companion's question. The simple glance within the depth of those crystalline irises seemed to confirm his very words before he even answered in the affirmative. Girls like Abigail were hardly new to him, even if they were more of a rarity within the circles he usually frequented. Still, most of those girls, in his experience, were hardly worth the effort required of him without his affinities or venom. The low growl within Arlo's throat at those very words caused his hands to rise carefully. "Mate, I was just looking for a good shag then, not marriage material." He reminded his companion in his own defense. After all, he had waited when it came to his own wife, years ago. For all his flaunting of his sexual prowess, Sebastian knew what it was like to wait for love. Still, he did want to help his companion, for a moment, Sebastian fell to silence, that smile still present upon his features as he considered his companion's options. It took him a moment to discern some...idea, though he questioned whether or not his companion was capable of bringing that plan to fruition. Arlo, though not a terrible lover, was not exactly...smooth.

That warning that the man would need movies seemed to do little more than prompt a baffled look upon Arlo's features. Sebastian hardly paid his companion little heed, however, as he continued on with that vague explanation. Slowly, he watched as that understanding unfolded across Arlo's face before he warned his friend that this would surely be something he would have to work slowly towards. After all, Sebastian had met Abigail. Combined with Arlo's explanation of what had occurred, it seemed vital to take things slow with the young woman. That groan upon Arlo's lips only furthered that grin that crossed Sebastian's features. The very stress of it, combined with that idea of further waiting for that satisfaction that Arlo had been denied for too long, seemed to dwell heavily upon the musician. His head bobbed lightly at Arlo's inquiry of how long it would take - that inquiry on if there was some faster way to achieve that goal quickly cut off as Arlo realized exactly what he was asking. There was always a faster way. They both simply knew Arlo would never choose that option. Still, it was that idle comment of how long Arlo had gone without sex that prompted Sebastian's brow to rise. "I don't know how your surviving." He commented, vaguely impressed. Hell, he couldn't remember the last time he had been...that celibate. Perhaps after his wife had passed, but beyond that? Sebastian was certain he'd never gone that long without sex once he'd become of age to appreciate the physical intimacy.

It was Arlo's inquiry of the types of movies he should try that refocused Sebastian's attention, the notion of Ghost prompted a roll of his navy irises. "That one won't do you any favors." He interjected before Arlo went on about 50 Shades of Grey and True Blood. Those caused a soft snort through his nose before his head shook ever so slightly. "Start with like...Dirty Dancing, work you way up to Atonement and do Blue Is the Warmest Color absolutely last. If you two don't fuck during that one, there is no helping you." Sebastian insisted, the final movie near known for its sex scenes, prompting several people to walk out of the theatre entirely when it was released for how utterly uncomfortable they had become from its length. It was the talk of biting Abigail that intrigued Sebastian just as much, the vampire hardly capable of considering having blood that fresh and a body that wanted nearby without partaking in it. Still, Arlo was different. Abigail, after all, hardly the man's usual choice of a victim. It was the man's inquiry of his first time biting Dorian that prompted a simper upon his features. How far the couple had come from that night! "I almost exclusively bite him when we're having sex, Arlo." He informed his companion, those times in which he enjoyed his husband outside the bedroom distinctly rare. It was, admittedly, partially a byproduct of those feelings his bite was capable of producing. His incubus tendencies only furthering the frequency of their more intimate activities.

It was the man's comment to live vicariously through him that caused Sebastian's brow to raise and yet...the Englishman was more than capable of assisting in such endeavor. "The first night I bit him was the night we met. I was...pleasuring him...when he invited me to bite his neck and afterward, he got on his knees for me. Maybe, you could at least see if you convince Abigail of that. There is nothing hotter than seeing your lover between your legs, Arlo." He commented, his crystalline gaze carefully settled upon his companion. After all, it was hardly the image of Dorian that would produce such want within his companion. Oh no, it was Abigail that Arlo lusted after and Sebastian was willing to so paint that picture he suspected Arlo had considered before. Oh, how dangerous it was to make the request to live vicariously through an Incubus! Sebastian, as Dorian so often reminded him of, could be utterly relentless. "Her hands on you, her eyes looking up at you while you're in her mouth...her tongue licking you..." His voice trailed off, the vampire purposefully vague in his description if only out of some effort not to push that card too far. Still...Arlo had said five minutes and Sebastian could do a lot with five minutes. Dorian had been hardly able to withstand three of his full attention once. A sex-hungry Arlo was unlikely to handle much better.

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