All day long, Sebastian felt like a small child. Not because he has the attention span of a toddler or acts immature in every situation, but since the moment his plane landed, he's been too excited to sit still. Seeing everyone again got his blood flowing and being in such a beautiful city only made him more hyperactive. At some point though, everyone seemed to disappear. Either to dinner or bed, or both. So, of course, he went back to the room with Tillie, which normally would be fine. However, he couldn't sleep. He had tried, really, he did. He scurried under the covers and closed his eyes, hoping that drowsiness would slowly wash over him... At some point, he found himself listening to the clock's ticking and Tillie's far off mumbling. Until, she called for him. Instead of answering, he pretended to be asleep. There wasn't much else to do, so why not? He listened to her voice traveling through the room, but as he felt the bed dip, he rolled onto his side to face her. "And if I say no, then what?" He smirked at her, but it felt dopy and sort of love stricken. Because even though he hadn't managed to sleep, he had somehow opened his eyes to the most beautiful woman. "I mean, I won't say no, because I do truly love you. However, in a hypothetical world, what would happen?" He asked as he propped himself up on his elbow.
"But in all seriousness, where do you want to go, gorgeous?" Sebastian was up for anything. His brain would not shut off and his muscles were aching to move. He wouldn't mind going on an adventure â Juliette made a good point: they were in Cannes, after all. "We can do whatever you desire. Minus dangerous, illegal things, like murder or the abduction of small children," he joked as he sat up fully and began pushing himself out of bed. "Or wake up the others, because I feel like that might be a bit too cruel when we've only been here for a few days." He spoke as he crossed the room, grabbed his shirt off the floor, and threw it over his head.