I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.
The English Prince was hardly oblivious to just how utterly delighted the young fae seemed to be at the very prospect of going anywhere she might desire. Admittedly, it made the prince a touch...worried of where she might choose, as endearing as the fae woman was. Still, she seemed to know instantly of the one place she felt safe, his inquisitive glance alone seemed to prompt some level of explanation from her, one Sebastian had not anticipated. The Forest? It was, he thought, the land of the Weres and the Witches and yet...tonight was no full moon She would be safe enough, he supposed. It was only after a brief confirmation for his guards that the vehicle began to slowly creep forward again, merging easily with the downtown traffic only to pull off and towards the Southern part of town. The soft soprano of Illiana's thoughtful voice drew the blue hue of Sebastian's gaze, the vampire nothing if not entirely patient in every sense of the word. He had never been one to rush anything, truly, not even the hunt. That intricate dance between the Incubus and his prey were some of the most delightful moments, bested only, of course, by returning home to his lover's waiting embrace. Such thoughts of Dorian, however, were momentarily put to the side as Illiana spoke of her own opinions of Sebastian himself.
Sebastian was sincerely pleased to hear the young fae was hardly frightened of him, the Englishman disdaining the very idea that he might somehow be lumped in with the likes of the red-haired man they'd met earlier. As much as Sebastian had...accepted what he was, to an extent, he had never quite relished in it to the same extent that so many of his species did. The Incubus was, perhaps, unique in his selfish desires to cling onto the shards of his humanity that remained. A warm smile graced the Prince's features, one she was so quick to return. It was curious, the way her mind seemed to linger on those thoughtlessly spoken comments. It was her scent that she seemed most inquisitive of, one that near filled the dark cabin of the car. He could near taste her, his tongue gingerly caressing the sharpened point of his fang in anticipation of a meal not yet his to take. He listened attentively, however, as Illiana described his own scent. Although he had never before been associated with the night by smell alone, Sebastian was...hardly surprised that she thought of him as such, just as he too was glad it wasn't the stench of death that clung to him like so many of their kind.
Nevertheless, it was the question of her own unique scent that caused the vampire to lean forward, delicately taking her hand within his own. Gingerly he turned her hand over, revealing the thin skin of her inner wrist. He brought her wrist upwards, his nose brushing across the fae's fragile flesh. He could hear the blood pumping through her veins, he could smell it, see it, and God, he could near taste it. The vibrancy of his gaze had somehow turned darker in that breathless moment as his gaze flickered upward, her cheeks flushing with a color that only seemed to make her heart pound all the faster. His voice was soft and low in the darkness, more akin to velvet as he informed her exactly of what she smelled like, at least to him. He watched her as his lips parted, those canines brushing oh so delicately across her skin, the vampire nothing if not terribly precise in his teasing. He was oh so careful to ensure he hardly pierced skin, regardless of how easy it might have been to do so. Slowly, he pulled back from her as she giggled girlishly. "It's fae, darling." Sebastian informed her with a charming smile, "Fae blood is...unusually sweet...like a dessert..so yes, I think you sound...utterly delicious." After a moment's hesitation, the vampire released her wrist from his grasp, Illiana cradling it gently within her lap as she seemed to stare at him almost...curiously. He could tell a question lingered upon the young girl's mind and yet, whatever it was, remained there as the suv pulled into the parking lot that Illiana had requested to go to.
The fae girl all but bounded out of the vehicle and into the night air and yet...Sebastian was well aware of the unease that filled his bodyguards. They were explicitly forbidden from leaving Sebastian's side - the Prince never once forcing them to until now. He watched as they exchanged weary glances before slowly nodding in agreement. This, he knew, was a rarity and one unlikely to occur again should he return harmed in the slightest. Nevertheless, Sebastian slid from the back of the car, his gaze sweeping over that darkened path with a hint of curious suspicion. Why, after all, did a girl like her want to come to a place like this? It was odd, to say the least. Were he not certain she was incapable of any sort of deceit, he might have thought it a trap of some kind. Abruptly Illiana grabbed his hand, pulling him down the path that led deeper into the forest, leaving the perceived safety of his guards behind him.
It was the first time, truly, that they were alone though the Prince was hardly perturbed by this very fact. He could hear the forest life that surrounded them - the group of deer just out of view, the beating heart of the birds above, and, most importantly, the sweet young fae at his side. Illiana's soft inquiry drew the dark blue of Sebastian's gaze. A soft chuckle left his lips before he nodded. "I used to quite often when I first got them...not so much now." He informed her with a small simper. She was hardly the first to take an interest in his sharpened fangs but that was a question so few were brave enough to ask the vampire. Nevertheless, Sebastian followed her as she danced down those forest trails, the young fae chattering on as she did so. His gaze followed her pointing finger upwards and through the thick branches of a nearby tree to where an owl sat above their heads, eying them impassively. Their very gaze upon him, however, prompted the owl truffle his feathers, the bird quickly abandoning them in favor of solitude elsewhere. Sebastian's attention drifted down towards the shoes on his feet as Illiana insisted that the owl had insulted them, "Hm...I've always preferred the company of deer, myself." Sebastian responded, content to follow this line of conversation in spite of how...unusual it might have seemed. The Prince followed Illiana deeper into the forest, entirely unsure as to her destination before the young woman abruptly spoke. His head shook ever so slightly, the young woman's concern brushed away with distinct ease. "Do not fret over it dove, it was hardly important." He paused as they entered a small clearing, the blue of his gaze sweeping over the trees that lined it. "Unless, of course, you had wanted to dance?" It was, he supposed, the perfect place to do so.