Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy

How well Sebastian knew of the intricate details of the life Carolina so clearly chose to distract herself with. Once, he had followed the same wayward path - his nights filled with drunken or high hazes, wrapped in the arms of some all too willing stranger with a steady pulsing thud of too loud music filling his vampiric senses. The things he had done for each nightly meal - for the blood of another to fill his veins. Oh the lifetimes he had spent in places such as this! Those very memories prompted a soft chuckle to the Englishman's lips, that guard that had once been so quick to rise was equally abrupt to fall as Sebastian fell beneath the gentle coaxing sway of Carolina's abilities. He was oblivious to the way those inhibitions so fell around her, after all, Carolina had always been one to coax the vampire to walk that thin line of those marital promises. Still, it was with the release of those strictly held barriers that the Italian Prince's accent began to shine through, his British lit all the heavier as Sebastian vaguely spoke of his own time within various taverns around the world. Easily, the vampire closed the distance between the pair, approaching that table as he inquired after the very curiosity of the couple constantly finding one another over and over again - as if fate herself had prescribed it.

The very indication of the dance club seemed to draw the turquoise of her gaze and yet, Sebastian hardly missed the near forlorn glimpse she gave the darkened hallway that led to the main dance floor. Something had clearly perturbed the girl, enough to prompt her escape. That shudder that ran down her fair physique prompted the corners of Sebastian's lips to tug downwards, though Carolina had become quite the passing fancy for the vampire, the Incubus could hardly deny those possessive tendencies that so seemed to creep up anytime he took an interest in someone. That haunted tone to her voice only furthered the slight crinkle within his brow as Sebastian placed his drink down upon the cocktail table between them. His very proximity seemed to draw her attention as the woman regarded him with a soft sigh. "No, sometimes not." Sebastian mused, equally aware that their chosen life did not always succeed in chasing away that which so clearly haunted them - though perhaps her more than him, his meeting with the ghost whisperer aside.

Her insistence that he made life more interesting, however, prompted that fleeting simper to once again dance across his features. An almost pensive sound left Sebastian's lips at Carolina's inquiry of his own attentiveness to her. There was no denying the truth behind her words - the world was his oyster and yet so too was it filled to the brim with work to do and people who yearned to get within his good graces for far more self centered reasons. "Perhaps but....you quickly discover when you are royalty that very few of those interesting things come without their own agenda." He commented, the crystalline hue of his gaze settled entirely upon her fair feminine features. "I am hoping that you are not one of them." Gingerly he reached out, his fingers gingerly caressing the side of her features, trailing along her jawline. "Do you want to go back in there with me....or did you want to get out of here entirely?" He offered, hoping to chase away whatever had prompted that earlier tremble within the woman that so intrigued him.