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 sudden luminosity from the lights above hardly assaulted Sebastian's bright blue eyes in the same fashion it did Petra. The eager sound of Stella's nicker prompted a small smile to his features, even despite the worry that clinched his heart at the presence of the vampire that so clung to her luxurious mane. Softly, Petra's name fell from his lips, prompting an almost immediate reaction from the woman. His eyebrows furrowed as she bared those sharpened fangs, hissing angrily at him. The very fury within her prompted the Englishman to reach out for his own affinity, so altering the chemicals between them to put the woman at ease. That very affection blossomed near immediately within her, prompting a sense of calm and tranquility. It was with clear caution that Sebastian watched her, repeating her name with tentativeness as he tried to draw her attention to something else. He hardly anticipated the utterance of his own name upon her lips, broken though it was. "Yes, love?" He inquired softly, his crystalline gaze settled upon her as she worked through those very feelings that assaulted her. He could feel that shift in her, to some degree, fighting against those pheromones he so assaulted her with and yet, in the end, Sebastian was far stronger than the half-starved woman.
He watched as she tipped her head to the side, her body near swaying on bare feet as she stepped out into the light. Her pale complexion was almost....unsightly. The very discomposure to her actions was so unlike the woman he had met all those months ago. Softly, he inquired of the last time she ate and yet, she merely stared at him with large brilliant eyes. That confusion within the depths of her colored irises hardly went unnoticed by the Englishman as she seemed to consider that very answer to she sought. It took some time before her stuttered words only confirmed what Sebastian and already anticipated. Petra needed to eat - the last thing he desired was for the woman to find a member of his own staff, much less Dorian himself. The very idea of it prompted a sort of unsettling sensation within his chest that caused the very corner of his lips to curl in a hint of a snarl, one that was quickly repressed as Petra's voice continued with an almost eerie hint. A frown settled upon his features as the woman recounted a tale of turning another to their kind - that guilt of the fellow's death apparently had eaten at her long enough to prompt that transformation. "You can't...what dear?" Sebastian inquired, attempting to prompt her in order to glean some level of understanding. She couldn't...feed?
The last thing that Sebastian had anticipated, however, with the sudden way in which the woman had so abruptly turned upon him. That hiss upon her lips caused his eyebrows to furrow and yet he said nothing as he stepped closer towards her, a hand reached out to her in fear of her falling. Truthfully, Sebastian hardly feared the woman, the damage she could do to him in such a state was distinctly minimal. That sudden declaration of feelings however, slowly prompted some sort of understanding within the man. It was curious really, a side effect, possibly, of that red thread he had given her a glimpse of. Those very emotions he shared with Dorian alone had assaulted her with such a magnitude that it had all but decimated the loathsome disregard she had for humanity. His tongue ran over his lips in consideration and yet, Sebastian refused to assist her in returning to her bloodthirsty ways before. He could now allow himself to partake in relinquishing such a thing upon the streets of Sacrosanct. His bright blue eyes fluttered back towards the woman as she so beseeched him for relief from those feelings. His head shook ever so slightly as she begged for her former self. "I fear I cannot give you that Petra. It is like Pandora's box, once opened, love, you cannot put it back." He, perhaps, purposefully left out that fact that lingered unspokenly between them - that it had been he that had quite near forced her to open that very box.
"But, what I can do, is show you how to feed upon them without hurting them and without killing them. What do you say to that, my dear?" He inquired, holding out his arm to her as any true English gentleman might. After all, Sebastian was hardly above helping her adjust to this new life she found herself in. Her own affinities, while not quite as alluring as his own, would certainly prove effective in their own way to regain some resemblance of normalcy in her eating habits. Tonight would require a great deal of Sebastian's own affinities, particularly if the Italian Prince wanted to go unnoticed amongst the streets of Sacrosanct. Dorian would not be pleased if he learned Sebastian ventured out without his guards and yet, he hardly trusted Petra enough to even allow her around the largely fae staff.