He leans in to listen, his lips curved into an amused shape. The way he listens to her, it's like the world slowly fizzles out in the background, and her voice is the only discernible sound in a crowd.
"Yes! Exactly... Except we're prettier and... better," said without an ounce of self-reflection, but unwavering certainty. "What do you say? Wanna challenge the Roman Catholic institution with me?" he's batting those sooty lashes up at her, like it's a serious offer; it might be, just a little bit. But only if she says yes. "C'mon.. I promise I'll never try to have you beheaded." he flashes a lopsided, boyish grin, demanding nothing other than unconditional, unrelenting attention, until he's nauseous with itāand isn't that so little to ask for?
"No such animal," Sebastian whispers in quiet, taunting agreement, pearly incisors peeking through the the edge of his smile. "That's just a myth perpetuated by us so we can trick you, don't fall for it... unlessāit's from me, then you should fall for it." he flashes his palms, subdued but not surrendered. "Alright, alright⦠fair enough," he concedes. "I hear you. Next time I propose," āand there will be a next time, "I promise to do it properly⦠on my knees, with a ring so obscenely expensive it will have these guys crying about it for weeks," a pause. "Though... just for the record, what do we like?" he asks as if they're a singular entity, merged somehow. "Are we more⦠Grace Kelly or.. Jacqueline Kennedy?" that's very is important informationāhe's taking mental notes.
"Aha! I knew you were a troublemaker, AnaĆÆs Murad," it excites him, and it relieves himābecause suddenly he's not thinking about anything else other than the obscene ways they could entertain themselves tonight. His smile widens, his armācarefully this timeāfinds its way around the loop of her waist to lift her off ground. This floor was too dirty for her shoes, anyways. "Now, that's the spirit!" he hums in compliance with her mischievous spirit, mindful not to jostle her as he makes his way out. "Let's misbehave, then," lucky for him, drugs, drinks, and somewhere better and brighter to go, were always just a phone call away. "I might have something in the carāstrictly for emergencies, of course."