There was no denying that those very traits that Arlo feared still existed with such distinct potency within the elder vampire. Somewhere, beneath those airs of social graces, he was still almost an animalistic creature. Sebastian was territorial, extremely possessive, and was quite near borderline obsessive when it suited him. It was lucky, perhaps, that Dorian hardly seemed to mind those faults in the slightest, embracing that more feral side him in the same fashion he so eagerly embraced the aristocratic part of him. Abigail, he was certain, would also understand those more peculiar aspects of her new boyfriend. After all, was the girl not an animal herself? Surely she would be capable of sympathizing more than most, even if Sebastian questioned which side of her was more of that panda and which side was more that enthusiastic woman. Sebastian was pulled from his silent musings of the woman but that unanticipated compliment that Dorian and himself were the best couple that Arlo knew of. A small simper crossed his features at the thought that his relationship with his husband might be worth something to aspire too. That inquiry of how he'd known Dorian was the one however, prompted an incomplete version of that first night Dorian had stayed over at his estate, the very night he had returned abroad and they, in turn, had taken their relationship from the schedule occasional evening to something more akin to courting.

Arlo's skeptical utterance of what he'd gleaned from that story, however, prompted an almost exasperated sigh upon Sebastian's lips. "Don't be daft, Arlo." The Englishman retorted as he rolled his eyes. "You missed the whole moral of the story. It wasn't because he stayed the night, it was because I couldn't get him out of my bloody mind." He eyed the man with an almost bemused simper, although, he supposed, he could hardly blame Arlo in the slightest. After all, the fact that Dorian had stayed the night was of unique importance, at least for them. In their day and age, such a thing was unheard of, to do so meant distinctly more than it might when compared to that modern courting. Although, he suppose that red ribbon he alone had seen surely helped things along. Fate itself had informed him that Dorian was the one, quite near removing the guesswork for him. Whatever Arlo seemed to be looking for, however, seemed lost in the nuances of that story and its half-truths. A small shrug crossed his shoulders as Arlo shook his head, instead mentioning that very paperwork he had sent the man to retrieve. Considering all the vampire had gone through, he only hoped it was sufficient enough to prove his case.

He pushed away from that fence, giving that treeline one final backwards glance before Sebastian made his way towards that glowing estate, the Englishman was so entirely used to the plethora of flowers that dotted the grounds of the mansion that he hardly afforded them even a moment's thought as he followed that pathway back to the house. In fact, it was only Arlo's sudden announcement that Abigail and himself had been speaking of the British vampire that caused him to pause. He could hardly help that dubious look to his features at this idea of a theory. God only knew what the pair had come up with on that drive to and from Arlo's hometown. It was the use of that singular word that caused a vexed sigh from the Italian Prince. Incubus. He knew that word well. He had been called it countless times. In fact, he'd quiet near accepted that title once upon a time, going so far as to establish a harem of his own, in a life long ago when the drugs, drink, party and sex had been all that had mattered to him. Now, things were different. Now, he was a married man.

Any attempt he might have made to interrupt his companion, however, resulted in the vampire quite near being told off for not allowing Arlo to finish this theory. His eyebrows lifted ever so slightly and yet, Sebastian fell to that silence, allowing Arlo to continue in his effort to make his point of Sebastian's rather specific species. That notion of a hybrid was entirely unexpected. A soft sound of consideration left his lips and yet, he hardly seemed to buy that his affinities were only further evidence. After all, Arlo hadn't the slightest idea of the entirety of what he was capable of. Even Dorian remained ignorant to some of those skills he rarely used. Still, he could hardly deny that he was not entirely made to be the manifestation of pleasure. The vampire considered those meticulous details for another moment or two longer before he announced that Arlo didn't quite have it entirely correct. It was a possibility, he was willing to admit that but there were several glaring details that did not quite fit that theory. His maker was certainly one of them. Anna-Marie could not be any further from the idea of a 'succubus'. The child had, he was sure, never been sexually active in the entirety of her life. She was hardly charming, at least, not in that flirtatious manner. Rather, she was far more prone to temper tantrums and violence. She, he was certain, was not where those very skills had come from.

That muttered curse word hardly went unnoticed by the vampire and yet, Sebastian hardly seemed perturbed all the same as he continued, picking apart that very theory. It was, however, Anna-Marie's chaste state that seemed to truly baffle Arlo the most. His head bobbed in confirmation that she was, indeed, far older than he was. "She is...atypical in her own way, I suppose." The man responded with a sigh, pausing with brief consideration before he admitted the truth behind his maker. "She is a child-vampire," Sebastian stated almost bluntly. He was used to the mix reaction that truth gave. Some laughed at the idea, some seemed baffled such a thing existed, either way, he supposed it hardly mattered. "Perhaps, if she had reached adulthood before she was changed, she might have been a succubus." The vampire shrugged, contemplating that new line of thought for a brief moment before Arlo's contemplation of women seemed to prompt a grin upon his features. He shrugged, "Clearly, they just haven't had good sex if they can go a year without it." He retorted, entirely confident in that very fact. He was certain that if those women knew what was out there, celibacy for that long would be just as impossible for them as it was for their gender.

Sebastian led the way inside of that home, allowing Arlo to direct him to that dining room those pages had been left at. That sudden shrug drew the vampire's blue irises as Arlo announced that, regardless, he was certain Sebastian was a hybrid of some kind, irrelevant of how he became it. That idea of a test though, caused Sebastian's nose to wrinkle ever so slightly. "It's fine. It's not like it would matter, regardless." The Prince answered, after all, what would such information change? If anything? His gaze instead drifted towards the paperwork on his dining room table, the vampire entirely content to settle in one of those chairs as he began to shift through the notebooks and looseleaf papers, those cardboard bits, and napkins too briefly earned his attention. He was silent for several moments, hardly answering Arlo's inquiry as he looked over everything that had been presented to him. "...it is enough to prove you have copyright protection..." He stated after a moment, leaning back in that chair as he considered it. "First we'll need to register all of these songs with the copyright office before we can claim infringement...then it depends on what you want to sue for. If we sue for money damages, we have to provide your damages down to the cent, if we sue for statutory damages, we only have to provide the claim and proof of infringement. The problem is statutory damages will only award you up to thirty thousand, money damages will net you the plausibility of a greater return. Filing with the Copyright Office is fairly easy. I'll get you the forms you need to submit, there will be a fee for each application we submit. We'll need one for each song so...you'll have to help me piece together all of....this." He gestured towards those sprawled out papers in front of him before glancing up at Arlo himself, waiting to see how the man might handle those steps that needed to be taken before they even got to court in the first place.