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 skittering of nails all but ensnared the Victorian vampire's attention as he stepped over the threshold and into his own foyer. His own command was nearly immediate at the very sight of that black and tan Rottweiler, the dog was still young enough that his excitement was palpable as he wiggled and squirmed with tail thudding behind him. It was but for his canine's safety that Sebastian failed to greet the puppy he'd once saved from a drastically different life - he hardly knew what the substance was that coated his skin, much less the effects it might have upon those precious pets if consumed. The vampire's attention deviated at the sound of Petra's voice. He hadn't realized truly, how peculiar that connection was that he had with animals - from those dogs that served him to the horses that had been apart of his life since childhood. "They do?" He inquired ever so slightly, his own thoughts deviating but fleetingly from the awful substance that coated his skin. He had never before noticed the distance at which animals seemed to hold the rest of his species, though, perhaps the Incubus should not be surprised. After all, the Englishman had an uncanny gift for attraction, one that was not wholly natural. It was the presence of Charles, however, that drew Sebastian's attention back towards the wiggling Rottweiler. A soft, audible sigh left his lips, the carefully pitched question within Charles' voice drew his darkening gaze downwards towards his own slime covered figure.
Swiftly, Sebastian provided his manservant with those commands, the Italian prince altogether certain that Charles would see each and every one carried out without hesitation to his specifications. Sebastian hardly lingered down within the entrance hall any longer than necessary, the Englishman beset by a rather curious sensation, one that left him less than inclined for the company he was presently forced to host. He hardly disliked Petra by any means. Really, Sebastian found the girl agreeable enough, even though he was beset with concern for his own estate's welfare upon discovering her deplorable state. Now, however, it was his own rare discomfort that occupied the majority of his attention as the Englishman climbed those stairs towards the suite he shared with his husband. The vampire was careful in his effort to track as little of the bizarre substance upon the plush carpet of their bedroom. It was only once he was within the depths of his bathroom that Sebastian began to peel off those layers of sticky clothing - each article deposited unceremoniously upon the tile floor of the bathroom. It was almost fascinating, the way the neon goo had soaked through the fabric of his high classed linen clothing and right to his pale skin. God, that shower couldn't come soon enough. With an easy twist of his wrist, Sebastian turned on the shower, only to be greeted near instantly with a cascade of steaming water.
Sebastian hardly waited long before stepping into that warm embrace, the very sensation of that heat prompting a low groan of contentment as he washed the gooey substance down his fit physique. It pooled ever so slightly around his feet before moving on down the drain - hopefully whatever Water Treatment Sacrosanct employed would be enough to neutralize whatever that substance was. Though, perhaps he might inquire after it...maybe even keep a bit of that substance for Abigail to poke and prod at. Surely she'd know the dangers of it...wouldn't she? Arlo had told him that the girl was involved in something...biological, he was certain. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as the vampire merely stood beneath the waterfall from his shower head. For several long minutes, Sebastian was content to linger there, before the need to ensure the gooy substance was out of those brunette locks overtook him. It was only once the soap suds from the shampoo were washed out, and his skin was free of any hint of that neon green that the man stepped out of that shower into the now steamy bathroom. His lips pressed together ever so slightly in a small show of discomfort as he eyed the clothes still bundled in a pile upon his tile floor. His hand reached up ever to brush those wet locks from his forehead, only to gingerly massage his temples. God, how did he still feel so...hot? Usually, the heat of the shower was quick to leave his dead frame and yet...now? Now, it was a peculiar mixture of being too hot and too cold all at once that seemed to afflict the man.
The vampire leaned against the countertop of his bathroom, letting his head rest upon the smooth granite. His head felt like it was pounding - like a percussionist had made the inside of Sebastian's skull his drum. The vampire was hardly aware of the far more visible changes that seemed to afflict him, his usually pale flesh instead flushed, his skin was hot to the touch. The Englishman cleared his throat, the vampire surprised to find just how usually....scratchy it felt. What he wouldn't give for a warm cup of tea! Sebastian sniffled as his eyes fluttered close, the man vaguely aware that his face....hurt. He just wanted to fall into bed...and not move again till tomorrow. Unfortunately, such a future was hardly his to have as the sound of his name echoed through his home. Petra. A soft groan left his lips before Sebastian regrettably pulled himself from the counter and the depths of his bathroom. He maneuvered towards the walk-in closet, fetching from its depths a suitable pair of underwear and sliding a pair of fitted, cotton pajama pants when Petra's voice once again echoed far closer, the girl announcing that she was dying. The very loudness of her voice reverberated within his skull as he stepped out of the bedroom, a shudder wracking his frame in the process. "Shhh, Petra." He commented, his English accent particularly heavy as the man bid her to quietness. "You're not dying love, at least...I don't think you are." A small frown crossed his features and yet, something was clearly...off, even he could tell from a glance at the vampire's pale features and yet, Sebastian had scarcely an idea of what that green substance had done to them.