A distinctly unimpressed look crossed the Englishman's features, his lips pressed together ever so slightly as Arlo chuckled at his British slang. His accent, admittedly, had a tendency of flaring in those moments in which the Italian Prince allowed himself to truly relax. He was, in some ways, entirely aware of just how those English terms were so misunderstood outside his country of origin, Sebastian often censoring himself for the benefit of others. The crystalline hue of his eyes rolled at his companion's insistence that he hadn't the slightest notion of what 'sod' meant, much less anyone else. His hand rose, the vampire visibly waving off his companion. "It doesn't matter." He insisted, hardly explaining the phrase or it's meaning. After all, he was fairly certain Arlo was capable of discerning it, if he truly desired to. Instead of dwelling upon those uniquely British phrases, the conversation turned instead to the troubles that Arlo faced within his love life, particularly progressing it in any means at all prior to outright marrying the girl.

Oh! It was a conundrum that well afflicted the men of his time! Now, however, society encouraged a sort of freedom from the fairer sex that Sebastian had been overly keen to take advantage of - that was, before his marriage. It was unfortunate that Abigail so strictly adhered to the norms of the culture she had been raised in and yet, the vampire truly expected nothing less from such a good-hearted woman. Sebastian could hardly help the grin that slowly spread across his features as Arlo expressed the sheer depths of his girlfriend's innocence. Nor could he help the laughter on his lips at the very idea of poor Abigail reduced to a panic attack at Arlo's mere touch! Oh, what the hell had the boy been doing to her?! Sebastian was hardly perturbed by the pillow that Arlo threw at him, the cushion effortlessly batted away as the vampire struggled to subdue his laughter. The boyish pout from Arlo hardly helped him and yet, for his friend's sake, Sebastian's forced those chuckles into silence, that warm grin still present as he informed his companion that he had dealt with girls like Abigail before. In some aspects, she was nothing new. What Sebastian was sure of, however, was that most steadfast virgins like her had been hardly worth the Englishman's effort. His very declaration of such, however, provoked a near aggressive growl within Arlo's throat.

Near immediately his hands rose in an innocent manner, the vampire reassuring his companion that he had been far more interested in sex from the girl, at the time, in comparison to the life Arlo wished to carve out with his girlfriend. His companion's insistence that he was lucky prompted a small shrug of his shoulders. "My venom keeps them in my bed - it doesn't get them there in the first place." Sebastian pointed out, some level of charisma and smooth talking was still necessary, even with the vampire's affinity for manipulating those chemical pheromones. It had, admittedly, been sometime since the vampire had utilized any of his affinities, however. His newfound status as Prince brought with it far more...benefits then Sebastian had ever anticipated. Finding food was never an issue, their staff often eager to keep the Incubus well fed, even if it lost the fun of the hunt. Such thoughts, however, were pushed from his mind as a soft sigh left Arlo's lips. This...problem...it seemed, weighed heavily upon the poor man's mind. Sebastian would be an awful friend if he didn't at least attempt to help.

A small frown tugged at the man's features as he contemplated his own vast experience with women as naive as the youthful Abigail. It took several moments for the vampire to come up with some makeshift idea, the man certain that it would at least give the girl some indication of what she was refusing to explore. His very insistence that Arlo was going to need a lot of movies only rewarded him with an almost quizzical glance. The process, he was certain was time consuming and yet, Arlo's question of whether or not there was a faster way was quickly cut off - both men entirely aware of the answer to that. Frankly, Sebastian could hardly fathom how Arlo was surviving, going so long between those very releases that the Englishman had found himself near requiring. His very comment upon just how long Arlo was left wanting prompted the vampire to glance behind him at his new, soundproof music room. The very comment prompted a small smirk upon the vampire's lips. "Are all your songs about sex?" Sebastian quipped, though really, he wouldn't be surprised if such was the case.

Those thoughts of work, however, hardly seemed to last long within Arlo's mind before the conversation drifted immediately back towards Abigail and Arlo's...problem. The Crusnik's movie suggestions, however, prompted a scoff from the vampire - Sebastian was entirely sure those sort of movies would only further harm Arlo's goal. Dirty Dance was...a start, something to ease Abigail in with it's romantacized, short sex scene and just enough innundo to atleast start those intimate thoughts. That movie finale, he was certain would produce some sort of want within the woman, provided it was utter last and only after the couple had watched their fair share of other things before. After all, the sex scenes in that was nothing short of utterly prolific. Sebastian could hardly help the roll of his eyes at Arlo's insistence that he would hate him if Abigail focused instead upon the dancing in Dirty Dancing. "I promise you, after Blue is the Warmest Color, his hips will be the last thing on her mind." Hell, contemplating those scenes within that movie were enough to draw his own mind to far more...intimate things, though perhaps that was not terribly surprising with Sebastian's neverending inclination to such activities.

The crystalline of his gaze, however, fluttered back towards Arlo as the younger vampire inquired after weather or not he had ever bitten his lover during sex. The very question prompted a small smirk to Sebastian's features as he informed Arlo that his own feeding tended to happen exclusively during the heat of the moment. That very exclamation only seemed to prompt noteable surprise upon Arlo's features. Prior to that moment, it seemed Arlo hadn't truly contemplated his coven leader's never ending appetite. Sebastian's head tilted to the side in consideration, "Every other evening is....average...." The Prince commented after a moment. Their sex life, after all, tended to flucuate with the couple's ever routating schedules, their travel demands, and those few times in which either was forced to travel away. Even so, those intimate moments together were always a high priority within Dorian and his own relationship. Sebastian, however, was hardly oblivious to that newfound respect his companion eyed him with. Arlo's own expectations of sex, it seemed, were at a clearly diminished frequency.

That very admittance, it seemed, only furthered the queries that clearly lingered upon Arlo's mind as the vampire further questioned after the very first evening that the pair had...indulged within one another, and the very first time that Sebastian's fangs had found Dorian's neck. Sebastian was more than willing to allow Arlo's desire to live vicariously through him, the vampire painting a story that he knew would ignite Arlo's imagination. After all, it was not truly Dorian that the Crusnik dreamed of. To be frank, nor did Sebastian truly wish to share those memories of his King. Instead, the Englishman was more than willing to paint the very sort of picture that he knew Arlo desired, of the red-haired girl that Arlo so loved and what it might look like to have her on her knees nestled between Arlo's legs. The bright blue of his irises remained trained upon his companion as his words so weaved that fantasy, the Prince entirely aware of that slight shift within Arlo's hand - the man's pheromones near screaming of the effect Sebastian's words had upon him. That was, until the Crusnik so abruptly shifted, snapping out of his imagination.

A soft chuckle left Sebastian's lips at Arlo's insistence that he was 'freakishly good' at painting that tale. His shoulder lifted in a vague sort of response though, really, Sebastian had almost accepted Abigail's theory on just what he was. After all, as much as he had been uninclined to admit it, at first, it explained his predilections strikingly well. "I might be." The vampire responded, that almost sly simper settling upon his lips in the process. Sebastian brought his beer to his lips, the Englishman entirely oblivious of the thoughts that swarmed within Arlo's mind. It was the first syllable of his name that caused his gaze to flutter towards his companion, a soft sound of acknowledgement echoed within the back of his throat. His companion's inquiry, however, caused his brow to raise ever so slightly. He hardly had to consider the effects that his venom would have upon his companion, however. That was an answer he knew well.

"My venom doesn't turn anyone gay, Arlo. Though I can make someone...want me enough....and get them horny enough to forget their orientation for a night or two. Depending on how much venom and where I bite you, you'll just get really horny or start to feel..." He paused, as if considering just how vulgar he wished to be, his gaze trailing downwards towards Arlo's groin in consideration. "....really...good." Sebastian concluded after a moment, choosing the safer word choice so expected of a man in his position. "Why?"

Sebastian Ellington-Aragona