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.
Oh how Sebastian savored in the hunt. How well the vampire knew his prey! The Incubus evolving over the decades just as the world itself seemed to. Where once women could be found at balls and social affairs, now they stalked dance clubs and strip joints...though the latter was less preferable to be seen at with his status now as Prince. The vampire had become astoundingly used to the way the atmosphere near overwhelmed his senses. Here, their bodies were too great to pick out any singular scent. The collective rushing of their blood through their veins blended with the steady beat of the bass overhead to compound into a sort of melody all on its own. Already the navy blue of his hungry gaze swept over the crowd that surrounded them - the pair largely going unnoticed in the mass of bodies that swayed so eagerly to the beat. How easy it was to pick them out - the two women that would...entertain them for the evening. He nudged the Hunter at his side, gesturing to the brunette as he near shouted over the music that she was surely William's type. And how well he so knew what Will liked. How many times had he watched his childhood friend fall for the same tropes over and over again in Victorian England!
Those protests upon William's lips were wholly ignored, the same way that Sebastian so often did when he'd set his mind to something. After all, regardless of how hesitant William was to join him in the throng that surrounded them, the fact of the matter was that Sebastian needed to feed. William was too weak. He'd taken from Dorian, Charles, and Elizabeth too recently and his contract with Carolina was still...in the works, so to speak. Although the Prince could have had his pick from their staff, he was decidedly careful who he chose to indulge in when it came to the guards and assistants that frequented their halls. No, this was a much better idea and, already, the blonde girl beside his chosen brunette had caught his eye. He was oblivious to the slight twitch of Will's nose in distaste at the poor girl being thought of as merely food, though it wasn't as if Sebastian didn't give them something in return for all he took. The Englishman stepped easily into the crowd, moving against the tide towards the bar with the simple knowledge that, in the end, William would follow him where ever he went. After all, the Duke was now duty-bound to ensure the royal made it out safely and Will had never been one to skirt his duty - not to a Monarch.
The Prince near exuded confidence as he made his way across the dance floor, pausing directly in front of the two women who had caught his interest. There were distinctly few situations, at least these days, in which the Incubus was ever uncomfortable, this certainly not one of them. His English lit was smooth and blatant as he called out to the pair of women, knowing well how far his accent seemed to get him with American girls. His own affinity was so quick to embrace them, to pull them towards him, and both being mortal girls they were so easily pliable to his suggestions. He was unsurprised by how quickly the blonde focused upon him, she, after all, was largely the object of his attention. The brunette, once Sebastian was certain she was under his sway, was so easily redirected towards William himself, her jade-colored eyes sliding towards the Duke as the Prince's affinity so gingerly nudged her in that direction. The blonde in front of him all too easily fell into the embrace of those pheromones, that warm simper spreading across her features. Her lips parted, inquiring after which of them so intended to buy her a drink - even if her gaze was solely focused upon Sebastian. The Italian royal was quick to offer her an easy, charming simper as he slid up to the bar beside her, his very affinity reaching for the bartender Will attempted to flag down, pulling the man towards him, all the while unaware of how dangerously close those affinities were to falling out of his control.
Sebastian hardly bothered with names, after all, it hardly mattered what his victims called him and likewise, it was better they were ignorant of just who they were meeting. She...would undoubtedly be just another nameless face in Sebastian's near unending list of...well...not exactly conquests, anymore. Regardless, the navy hue of his gaze focused upon the woman in front of him as he stood beside her, leaning slightly against the bar. "So tell me, love, what's a beautiful thing like you doing here alone on a night like this?" Sebastian inquired, wholly unprepared for the brief, yet abrupt intrusion. 'Can I get you anything to drink?' The voice to his right questioned, drawing Sebastian's gaze upwards to not only the bartender he had intended to coax towards him but also two others that seemed far too...eager to please him. Well, that was unexpected. "Er...yes, whiskey, neat, and whatever this lovely lady desires." He nodded briefly towards Piper, allowing her to place her own order.