in a moment we're lost in passion
dancing with this chemical attraction
Oh, if only Arlo knew what Sebastian was truly capable of, those few bites and doses of venom were nothing in comparison to the full extent of both his powers and natural abilities between the sheets. His idle comment, however, earned him little more then an almost playful huff from his companion as Arlo waved him off to retreat into the bathroom. A soft chuckle hummed on the Prince's lips, the vampire keen to indulge in the remaining few sips of his beer if only to get the awful taste of Arlo's blood from his mouth. God, he would never understand the preference Arlo had for their kind. The blood was too recycled, too...used, that delicious sweet flavor already filtered out to something bland and unpaletteable, as far as Sebastian was concerned. His nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the thought, that canned beer at least serving to chase away the lingering flavor in his mouth. That was until the franticness in Arlo's voice drew Sebastian's attention. His brows furrowed as he placed his beer can on the coffee table, his steps entirely purposeful as he strode towards the bathroom Arlo had disappeared to, the Englishman quite near running into Arlo as he hurried out.
The very last thing he had expected, admittedly, at Arlo's announcement of a 'problem' was the flaming bright color of the vampire's hair. Such a change was...dramatic compared to the usual brunette of Arlo's natural color. The younger vampire's distraught gesture was, admittedly, hardly necessary. It wasn't as if that hue could easily be ignored. That soft contemplative sound from his lips did little, truly, to help the situation as he took in that near neon hue. His gaze, however, slowly shifted further down his companion's figure as Arlo tugged down his jeans, gesturing at his groin and the tuffs of crimson hair that stuck out from just under the elastic of Arlo's boxers. He knew well, of course, what lay underneath that bit of clothing, just as well as he knew he was wholly capable of bringing Arlo to completion a second time. He could hardly help that train of thought, watching his companion satisfy himself had spurred that want within the Incubus in turn, even if he had little intention upon acting on such desires. His gaze hardly deviated, however, even as he commented vaguely that Arlo's eyebrows had suffered the same fate.
The focus of his gaze hardly seemed to go unnoticed by the younger vampire, Arlo's light shove finally enough to break the veritable as Sebastian was forced to take a singular step back. An almost guilty grin fluttered across his features, the Prince shrugging in mock innocence. "It is bright red, Arlo." He insisted, as if this explained his blatant staring. Arlo was quick to tug up his jeans, letting them settle on his hips where they belonged. It was the inquiry of Dorian's hair, however, that caused the vampire to shake his head ever so slightly. His insistence that this was hardly his doing only seemed to cause that panic within Arlo to intensify all over again. He watched as Arlo turned back towards the mirror, the man insisting he was allergic to his venom - the very idea nothing short of utterly doubtful. "Arlo, it's impossible for you to be -- you're not even listening, are you?" Sebastian commented with a sigh, his arms folding over his chest as he leaned lackadaisically against the door frame, watching as his friend attempted to wash out the color.
His brow rose as that bright, firetruck red began to shift and change into a far deeper blue. That singular strand Arlo had attempted to wash so quickly spreading to the rest of his head. That, it seemed, had garnered Sebastian's attention, the vampire stepping forward to eye those once brunette locks inquisitively. "Arlo. Arlo." He repeated the musician's name, attempting to regain his attention in the midst of that clear breakdown. "I don't think Abigail cares about the color of your hair. More importantly...this isn't an allergic reaction, it's magic, allergies wouldn't change your hair like that. Have you taken any potions recently? Angered any witches? Do you have all of your affinities?" He inquired, those questions leaving his lips rapidly as he struggled to come up with a far more reasonable explanation for what he was witnessing, as amusing as it was.