Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better
Despite all odds, the Englishman was well aware of the young woman's internal struggle, it reflected in her chemistry - the way it fought with half-hearted efforts to reject him. But still, the simple fact that it fought was enough to perplex him. Perhaps Sebastian was far weaker than he thought he was - it certainly wouldn't surprise him. Regardless, a warm simper danced upon the vampire's lips as the girl offered him a decidedly feminine giggle, clearly enjoying herself to some degree. He could hear the way her blood raced through her veins in a natural reaction to his own forward nature. Sebastian watched the woman intensely, waiting as she struggled under the weight of both his affinity and charm to offer, almost hesitantly, the name that he had been searching for. Raven - a bird. How cute. Sebastian offered her another smile before he brushed his nose against her neck in a gesture that bordered between affectionate and intimate, entirely oblivious to the line that he'd bounded so effortlessly across by this simple action. He felt her move her head, affording the man a better access to her neck and though he longed to sink his fangs into her vein - he hesitated, offering instead a rather rare and none-the-less true compliment.

It seemed as if the young girl had never before been offered those simple words, their near syllables seemed foreign to her ears by her reaction alone and yet Sebastian hardly balked by this challenge. He firmly believed that every woman deserved to feel beautiful - every single one of them, even if it was only just for one fleeting moment. The vampire's head tilted to the side ever so slightly before he shook his head, firmly disagreeing with her. His thumb moved to brush gingerly over the scars beneath her eye, his husky lyrics just as soft as the female in front of him. "I promise, I don't. You are lovely, my little bird, with the most enticing, piercing eyes." The scars were of little consequence to him. Hell, he came from a day where showering was a luxury that even the rich couldn't afford on the daily and sanitation was near extinct. Sebastian had seen all faces of the world. He had seen unmarred skin combined with the vilest of vices and likewise he too had found wonderment in those abandoned, forgotten and unloved. It was, in perhaps a silly way, a pleasure to show her more beyond the looks she surely received on a daily basis.

It was perhaps that desire to ensure the young woman felt as enticing as she should that contributed to his next actions - beyond of course his own rather obvious wants. Still, Sebastian pressed his lips sweetly against Raven's, his hand moving around her jawline to the back of her neck if only to tilt her head back ever so slightly, just enough that the man was afforded the chance to deepen the kiss - to truly kiss her in the fashion that romance movies so often deemed utterly remarkable. His lips lingered there for some time, kissing her sweetly and fervently before he pulled away from her just enough to press his forehead against hers. "Would I have done that if I was lying?" He inquired, his lips contorting into that same warm, handsome look - at least, until a peculiar flash of color flashed at the corner of his eyes, pulling his attention away from the young woman in his arms. Sebastian was oblivious to the fashion at which his own affinity seemed to wane in that moment he was was distracted, the man pulling away from her just enough to get another glimpse of whatever it was.