His Royal Highness, Prince of Italy
Sebastian was all but oblivious to the very aura he seemed to radiate upon stepping into the lounge. Although the Englishman was usually the very epitome of polite, his lover's anxiety brought out those far more predatory instincts within him. That near overwhelming adoration he held for his husband provoked a simple need to keep Dorian safe - those witches within his home were little more than a threat to those far more basal instincts, even if Sebastian strove to ignore those nagging territorial senses. His glacier blue irises brushed over his lover's form as he settled at the Monarch's side, verifying for himself that everything was, thus far, fine. Sebastian reached for his own cup of tea, the vampire more than content to lean back in his chair in silence as Dorian continued his efforts to entertain their guests. He listened in silence as the fae inquired after the witch's work - her answer nothing short of vague and yet, Sebastian was admittedly far more inclined to eye her for far different reasons. The plunging neckline was, after all, so placing the young witch quite on display and, in turn, the Incubus within him was more than pleased to trace the curves of her skin with the weight of his gaze in the way he suspected she so surely desired. Such a dress was certainly worn with the conscious desire to gain the attention of the men within the room. It was only his lover's inquiry of her marital status that tore his brightly hued irises from her chest, his gaze fluttering keenly towards the hands of their guests in search of those crimson colored ribbons that he alone could see.
What a tale they so painted! The faint remnants of that connection between the pair in front of him were visible, the hue shifting and contorting with each passing moment as if fate itself was undecided, torn between so connecting the woman to the pirate and another far more potent ribbon. There were few within the world who could so alter the path of love, and fewer still who were granted multiple choices for that intimate connection. How curious was it that she should be one - and how dreadfully unfortunate for the men that so surrounded her. He was all too attentive to the saccharine sweet tone to the girl's voice as Serafina strove for his husband's attention. Her astute inquiry of those gardens only flared that protectiveness that lingered so potently within the vampire and yet, his lover was well versed at sidestepping those questions. Dorian's answer was near perfectly vague, obscuring the true depths of his power. Such concerns of his lover's affinity were short-lived, however, as a truly rare flush of color flooded the fae King's cheeks - ensnaring the attention of Sebastian too. It was strikingly unlike his husband to be so incredibly flustered, particularly when there was no immediate source, beyond the witch's gown. Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed, his gaze shifting ever so slightly at the weight of Brennan's eyes upon him. For a brief moment, the vampire's crystalline gaze met the wary one of the warlock across from him, his own features hardening ever so slightly as if the warlock was somehow the very source of his lover's ever-increasing unease.
His attention turned from the warlock as Dorian attempted to offer him some glimpse of reassurance, one that Sebastian scarcely believed in the slightest. That frown remained ever present upon his lips as Brennan commented upon how...peculiar it was for the young witch to take an interest in gardening in the slightest when she was clearly notorious for the opposite. So she was up to something. His gaze narrowed ever so slightly, his own worry hardly quelled by the girl's insistence that such plants would be exceptional for her spell casting. Frankly, Sebastian was certain that the less they had to do with the couple, the better. That dreadful book that had prompted the pair to come in the first place was almost a welcomed distraction, the vampire ever eager to see couple leave. Sebastian remained silent, however, as Brennan spoke just how important the book was for them though he was, admittedly, less than pleased at the very idea of demonic creatures running about Sacrosanct. Perhaps he might suggest returning to Italy until this....demon issue was properly dealt with. His husband's inquiry was one he had not considered and yet he listened all but acutely for that response, that concern potently tugging at him if the very thing he was determined to protect his lover from also happened to be unseen. The very idea of it prompted the pressing of his lips together in a hard line as the weight of his crystalline gaze turned back towards Brennan.
Softly, the vampire inquired after that very 'curse' his lover had spoken of, his own gaze drifting with Brennan's own down towards his arm. He was inattentive, in that moment, to the young witch at Brennan's side, the Englishman equally as unaware of the way in which her hand so rested upon his lover's knee. Rather, his eyebrows furrowed as he listened to that hellish place Brennan spoke of, only for the warlock to admit that he was just searching for a way out of that 'curse' that had been placed upon him - preferably one with Sacrosanct's citizens living to see another day in the same manner. "Yes, do see that the rest of Sacrosanct remains...intact." The vampire responded in an almost curt fashion, the Italian Prince clearly taking any sort of threat to the safety of their town with decided seriousness. It was the sudden increase of his husband's heart that saw his attention turn sharply back towards the man at his side. He was well aware of that crimson hue upon his lover's cheeks, and yet the fae's attention seemed wholly focused upon the witch in front of him. That pointed look was hardly missed and yet, Sebastian was entirely unprepared for that simple feeling of possessiveness that all but suddenly assaulted him. That very need to assert his dominance over his territory so tugging at the man's far more vampiric nature, even if he scarcely had an idea what had caused such a pressing need all the same!
His upper lip curled ever so slightly in a silent snarl and yet, the flashing of those sharpened canines was interrupted only by the very presence of that book in question. That distraction, albeit temporary, was welcomed if only for the singular moment it allowed Sebastian to recompose himself. How desperately he desired those witches to leave, the vampire almost considering assisting in such a goal with his own gift when Brennan turned his attention back towards him. Sebastian's quickly darkening gaze shifted back towards the warlock, his head bobbing ever so slightly. "See that you do." He retorted candidly only to watch with indifference as Brennan lifted the sleeve of his shirt to the very mark all but branded into his very skin. The sight of it was enough to prompt Sebastian's gaze to narrow and yet, he said little of it, simply watching as the witch across Dorian took an increased interest in the marking. His lover handed that thick volume towards the pair of witches, admitting that even he was unaware of what help it might be and yet if it provided some assistance, surely it was worth it. Sebastian shifted in his seat, his hand settling on the back of his lover's chair in a small, though none the less visible glimpse of his own possessiveness of his husband. Those very feelings prompted by the King's affinity so fueled the simple need to touch the Monarch, as if that assurance that his lover was okay might somehow lessen the overwhelming needs he hardly understood.