Sebastian

His Royal Highness, The Crowned Prince of Italy

That mock irritation upon her fair features brought a warm chuckle to the Englishman's lips, even as Carolina provided him with the tip of her pink tongue. She seemed keen to wave off his playfulness with a flippant flick of her wrist. For all Sebastian craved the blood that flowed through her veins, both of them were well aware of something more that lingered between them. It was a certain sort of natural sexual tension, one the Incubus hardly had to fabricate for it to fester into a full-blown tangible fire. Were he not a happily married man, Sebastian would have undoubtedly been tempted to explore that natural pheromonal attraction that seemed to exist between the pair - one that neither of them seemed capable of denying. For now, however, Carolina redirected his thoughts with a simple query, one that the Italian Prince failed to have an answer for. She was, admittedly, hardly the first pomme du sang that Sebastian had taken over the years. Once upon a time, the Incubus had acquired himself a harem to fulfill his never-ending needs for both flesh and blood. But, he himself had changed since then. The Englishman had come into the full breadth of his capabilities and so, he would hardly be surprised if that metaphysical connection between himself and his chosen donor changed too.

For a moment, an almost comfortable silence befell the pair as each sought the deliciousness of the crepes upon their plates. Sebastian was rather known for his weakness in chocolate, that delectable taste upon his tongue so prompted a soft sound of satisfaction from his throat. The blue hue of gaze fluttered towards the woman across from him as the Englishman watched Carolina relish in the dessert upon her tongue. How aware he was of the very flavor she feasted upon, much less it's comparison to the unique flavor that ran through her veins. Surely, she was aware of how much this teased him, wasn't she? The baritone of his English accent reached out for her, the vampire made a singular request - a bite of the crepe that Carolina so seemed to be thoroughly enjoying. He watched as her brow rose, a glimpse of contemplation crossed her features. She was not going to deny him, was she?! Her request caused Sebastian's own brow to rise before a grin pulled at the corners of his lips. How quick the Incubus was to insist he always made it worth her while, in one way or another.

There was a hint of impishness in the depths of the Prince's voice, even as Sebastian offered her a seemingly fair trade, a piece of his own crepe sectioned off for her enjoyment. For a breathless moment, the turquoise of Carolina's gaze seemed to study him, as if she was weighing her options before, finally, she agreed. He watched silently as she sliced off a bite of her own dessert, purposefully providing him with a banana and extra whipped cream for his own enjoyment. A simper fluttered across his features as she leaned into, his blue irises momentarily met the intensity of her stare. "How generous of you." He whispered softly in return, only to raise his free hand. His gaze hardly left her own as Sebastian allowed his fangs to press into the tender skin of his own inner wrist - blood immediately welling to the surface and into his own mouth. How he detested the taste of himself...the taste of vampire, his own nose wrinkling ever so slightly before he held his now bleeding wrist over that bite of chocolate crepe. His blood trickled onto the piece he'd cut off, albeit it with a bit of effort from the vampire himself before his own rapid healing ceased any bleeding, the wounds of his teeth so quickly receding into pristine skin one again. "Chocolate makes the flavor of blood not so noticeable." Sebastian insisted, offering her that promised bite - after all, he had insisted an exchange would be necessary, had he not?

darling I'll make you my next victim
I need to hear the sweet sound of your moans