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 Englishman's effort to reassure both his lover and the distressed vampiric woman fell drastically short of his intended mark. His very utterance that they would both be fine only furthered the increasing frown upon Dorian's features. The very last thing that Sebastian anticipated was the very firmness that filled his husband's voice as the Italian King rounded upon him, all but demanding he cease the usage of that very word! His lover's tone was certainly not one that had ever been directed to Sebastian before, prompting a clearly astounded look from the vampire as he was chastised into silence. His usual charisma all but failed him when confronted with Dorian's displeasure and his own deteriorating feelings. Dorian, however, was altogether quick to call for his manservant, the very volume of Dorian's voice prompted that shooting pain that filled his skull. Gingerly, his fingers massaged at his temples and yet, for now, he was inclined to simply give in to the fae King's whims. Sebastian was oblivious, at that moment, to Petra's forward motion or the way she so eyed the figure of his butler - the very inquiry of eating Charles was the only awareness he had of her desires though he was quick to deny the woman his favored and most loyal companion.
It was the soft touch of Dorian's hand against his own that drew Sebastian's sapphire gaze downwards. How distinctly warm his husband's hand was, nestled within his own and yet, at the same time, how the King nearly felt too hot. His thoughts, however, were easily drawn from the realization with the prospect of tea and blankets - both of which were admittedly appeasing to the vampire. Petra, in turn, seemed to take some comfort of the idea of blankets, though the notion of spiked tea seemed wholly confounding to the poor woman who had so clearly gone without. An almost weak simper fluttered across Sebastian's features as she gave in to that idea of tea. How quickly the pair were led down the stairs and towards the front drawing-room, the Prince gently led towards the sofa closest to the presently dark fireplace. He hardly saw a reason to protest, however, as the vampire all but fell into the comfortable, plush cushions. His elbow settled upon the arm of the sofa, his head leaned heavily upon his hand as his fingers gingerly massaged his temples. Sebastian watched as Charles heaped several logs in the fireplace - setting them ablaze but moments later to fill the room with a warmth that still failed to chase away the shivers that occasionally afflicted the man.
Slowly, the navy hue of his gaze turned towards Petra, though she hardly seemed to be faring any better, her teal eyes simply staring in a dazed manner into the depths of the flickering flames. The absence of the clucking chicken had hardly gone unnoticed by the astute vampire - the Italian Prince now far more aware of the hunger that still clutched her after her inquiry to eat Charles. A frown tugged at his features, though he said little of those thoughts that drifted through his head between his piercing headache and those gruff unending coughs. It hardly took long, however, before Dorian returned with a pile of meticulously folded blankets within his arms - the hummingbird like fluttering to his husband's heart was all but audible to the vampire, even without the thudding ring upon his finger. How worried Dorian seemed and yet...all Sebastian found himself wishing for was but a moment of sweet silence. The Englishman was entirely keen to settle under those blankets his lover had provided, one particularly soft one was wrapped around his bare shoulders only for the man to pull it slightly over his head in a makeshift hood - as if the thick material might help to keep those loud sounds at bay.
Across from him, Petra seemed equally as eager to cocoon herself into the comfortable warmth of their blankets, the girl nearly disappearing within the weight of them all as if it might somehow ease their affliction. Frankly, Sebastian could hardly blame her, how he wished to merely sleep away that illness! Even if it was a vain hope that it would merely dissipate in the morning. It hardly took long, however, before both Dorian and Charles returned with the warm cup of tea that Sebastian found he so desperately craved. His slender fingers reached out for the offered cup, the man more than content to draw it closer into his chest before he sipped upon the heated liquid. Oh, how delectable the taste was! That black British tea mixed so sweetly with the flavor that Sebastian could distinctly distinguish as his lover's own blood. It was only unfortunate that he was not given the time to properly enjoy such a beverage before Elizabeth near rushed into the room - with a bag in hand. Her very face seemed far more flush than Sebastian could ever remember it before and yet it was the thudding of her own heart to the already loud room that made his eyebrows furrow in silent discomfort.
Sebastian was hardly oblivious, however, of the way the young woman's gaze fluttered between the two vampires in her own indecision. She seemed...cautious of the pair and truly, the Englishman could hardly help how it so...pained him that she seemed to fear him. Him! After all those years in which Sebastian had so meticulously preened her much in the same manner he once did his entire staff and now she hesitated to approach him as if he might go feral and bite off her hand! His lips pressed together ever so slightly as the woman finally approached him, fishing her stethoscope from her bag of medical supplies. The vampire was forced to push away one of the blankets that had all but consumed him, the coldness of the stethoscope such a sharp contrast to his fevered skin that a shudder wracked his frame. Nevertheless, Sebastian remained entirely compliant as he took a raspy but deep breath, that cough a bit harder to merely coax into existence and yet, they hardly had to wait long before another bout of coughs afflicted him. He paused to sip his tea as Elizabeth traded her stethoscope for a wooden stick, the warm beverage at least serving to assuage his angry throat.
The Prince was hardly prepared for the stick he was presented with, Elizabeth's instructions prompting a raise of his brow and yet she was quick to chastise him for even his hesitancy. Begrudgingly, the vampire's lips parted, his fangs near gleaming in the low light as he so mimicked the woman. "Ahhh...." The depressor pressed forcefully down upon his tongue and yet, the man seemed hardly perturbed ever as Elizabeth intensely examined the back of his throat with her flashlight. Whatever she saw seemed to satisfy her as she pulled the object out of his mouth, only to inquire after his other symptoms. A soft breath left his lips, the vampire not entirely inclined to voice the truth of how he felt with his husband already a wreck with anxiety and yet...so too did he know the importance of Elizabeth requiring everything to properly identify what that neon substance had done to them. "I have a splitting headache and my throat hurts and this cough won't go away and...it's cold and hot at the same bloody time." He complained, his own baritone voice decidedly soft if only for his own aching head. It seemed enough to satisfy Elizabeth, however, the woman merely nodded at him before she rose to make her way around and towards Petra. Still, despite the woman's silence, the distinct lack of panic within her, and too the slowing of her own heartbeat was enough to assure the man that he had been right. Whatever was amiss - they would be fine.
Such observations, however, went unvoiced by the man as he shifted those blankets around him once again, the vampire entirely content to curl in on himself as if it would somehow help the general feeling of malaise that he was beset with. Nevertheless, he still listened, vaguely, to the conversation that went on between Elizabeth and Petra - the woman begrudgingly resigning herself to Elizabeth's examination as his servant listened attentively to the vampire's chest in the same manner she had Sebastian. It was only that inquiry of looking at Petra's throat, however, that seemed to immediately garner the attention of the entire room. Dorian's quick interjection was near sharp - his lover so utilizing that very tone he so often reserved for those matters of the state. Sebastian's navy gaze shifted towards Petra and yet, the woman was quick to avert her eyes, that glimpse of submission from her all that was necessary to assure the Englishman that his involvement, for now, was unnecessary. How...peculiar it was - that change in the woman from the night he'd first met her to now. The once callous woman she'd embodied now slinking away from the sharp gaze of a fae. It was an intriguing puzzle and yet, admittedly, Sebastian found himself too ill to let his thoughts linger on the complexity of the woman for long.
His attention returned to Elizabeth as the woman turned to stand in the completion of her examination. The puzzled look upon her features caused his brow to raise and yet, it was Dorian that seemed quick to prompt her. Admittedly, Sebastian hardly anticipated her sentencing, the Prince staring at her with the same sort of blank look of astonishment that seemed to afflict both Dorian and Petra. The...flu? Although...that did seem...sensible. Vaguely, he remembered feeling like this before, albeit in a distant, hazy memory. It was Petra that first uttered her own disbelief and yet, the woman's mention of that green...goo only furthered the frown on Sebastian's features. "I'm sure we'll be fi -- er...that we won't explode, Petra." The Prince corrected himself, remembering well his lover's discontent over that very word. "Though we should inform the council of what we found. They may wish to look into the substance. If someone can infect vampires with the flu then..." His voice trailed off gravely. If vampires could become subject to such a common disease, surely the same could be done to any of the supernatural races with something far more unfavorable.
Such thoughts, however, were temporarily put aside at Elizabeth's suggestion that it might be beneficial for both vampires to receive a flu shot. The very idea caused Sebastian's brows to furrow in thought and yet, even he was not oblivious to his husband's reaction to the sharp needle the young woman produced out of her bag. His efforts to quickly dismiss the woman, however, was one Sebastian hardly saw a need to interrupt - after all, he was not convinced that he was capable of contracting a normal flu to warrant such an injection! Petra, however, seemed nothing short of utterly fascinated by his husband's reaction, the woman inquiring after Sebastian's own tendency to bite the fae. Her innocent inquiry, however, merely caused the vampire's head to shake ever so slightly. "My venom makes my bite feel...good." He informed her, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. "Petra - do you have a place to stay?" Sebastian inquired, the man hardly up to playing that role of host and yet, nor did he intend to turn away the ailing woman. No, it was best to see her tended to and quickly with that soon to be rising sun...and then...perhaps he might finally be allowed to fall into the comfort of his own bed.