Sebastian was simply out enjoying the night. He'd had a lot going on lately and was looking forward to just a nice and calm night. He was out, walking the streets with Admiral Fluffy Paws by his side. He decided to take some time off as Brother Blood and just relax as Sebastian, or perhaps even Louis, he was up for either one really. Either way he just wanted to get away from everything else and relax. He was gonna have a great night, by any means necessary. He was gonna do some drinking, hit up some clubs and hopefully end the night with someone else. He needed to get his mind off everything that had been going on lately. His life had been pretty messed up since...ok since forever. But as of late things had been even harder on him.

Sebastian lit a cigarette, placing the pack back in his leather pants. Admittedly he was going more Louis and less Sebastian. He sort of enjoyed the whole eccentric artist thing. Complete with leather pants, black button up shirt barely even buttoned. He had his tattoos visible and his long hair was tied back in a pony tail. He was opting for eccentric charm, it was fun. He hadn't had time to really utilize his incubus side, something one part of him wasn't a fan.

"Tonight's the night Admiral Fluffy Paws. It's been awhile since we got to go out."

'Just find someone with a cat this time. Well, a cat or a dog my size.'

"Dog? Seriously?"

'You're going to judge me on my sex life?'

"Valid point. But seriously, a cat and a dog. Sounds like something that some psycho conservative would use as an example for legalizing some basic right."

'What can I say? I'm as good as the person I spend time with.'

"Yeah, I have been accused of being a bad influence. If anything..."

He didn't get to finish his sentence though as a silver collar was slapped around his neck and he was pulled into the alley. He let out a scream as the silver began to burn his skin. He clutched at it, trying to remove it. Admiral Fluffy Paws rushed in, hissing. The alley was full of people in Church of Blood robes. Sebastian received a punch to the stomach, causing him to drop to his knees. The collar on his neck was held on a pole, keeping him at a distance. He reached into his boot and produced a throwing knife. He threw it at one man who was preparing to deliver a kick to Sebastian. Meanwhile Admiral Fluffy Paws jumped onto the face of the man holding the collar, biting and scratching. This gave Sebastian an opening to pry the collar off, his throat red from the burns.

Never staying in one place too long lately, Lydia seemed to be bouncing back and forth between coasts. She'd spend time at Titan's Tower or try and not be super awkward with her surprise roommate. Yeah that's what she'd come home to, her old room pretty damn empty and all her stuff in an apartment in the city. Everything in her life was crazy. Everyone in her life was crazy. She had come back and seen her life was basically upside down. The only person she really talked to was James, but he had to do Avengers stuff. And, she thought May was nice, it was just a bit overwhelming all at once so she was doing things in small doses. She still hadn't heard from Marty. A fact she tried not let get to her, but it stung. He was avoiding her like the plague.

The other reason she didn't really stay in one place was she was sleeping like crap. Every time she closed her eyes the nightmares began. So she would just go until she was beyond the point of exhaustion and then pass out. She probably didn't look her usual sunshiny self and she knew she'd lost some weight as none of her clothes fit properly anymore. But she couldn't bring herself to try and sleep. So she'd taken to wandering around the city at night, whichever city she was in either patrolling or just exploring. Tonight she was exploring. She didn't know exactly where she was, but she was sitting on a roof top in a white sun dress, her legs hanging off the edge as she looked down at the people passing by. She just so happened to spot Sebastian wandering among the denizens.

She followed him with her eyes, curious where he was going. She could tell things were weird between them. 'Tense' would be one way to describe it. He wasn't avoiding her like Marty, but something had definitely happened and no one really wanted to talk about it. But he was at least willing to talk to her. So she didn't mind him. Of course she did mind people attacking her teammates and friends. Which seemed to be precisely what was going on. She flew over, dropping down next to Seb, her eyes all aglow like some angel of vengeance and started blasting at the people in robes with one hand while she grabbed Seb by the arm and lifted him up with the other.

"I know New York has some weirdos, but your friends are by far the strangest, Sebastian."

He felt the pressure around his neck ease slightly as Admiral Fluffy Paws took out the one holding his collar. Sebastian tried prying the collar off as he noticed the others preparing for another attack. He had a couple throwing knives left but he'd need to make them count. Of course he also knew that very likely they were prepared for most of his attacks. However what they weren't prepared for was Miss Marvel showing up to help. The last time Marvel had come to help him it had been the fake one and then they'd gone and had a great night. However that was another issue that he had been trying to push from his mind. Only problem was every time he tried, there she was. She was there, being the sweet self he'd known.

"They're not my friends Bu....Liddy."

He needed to tell himself that she wasn't Bubbles. Bubbles had been an impostor, this was Helen Lydia Danvers. She was a stranger he just occasionally lived with and was a team mate. His voice was hoarse from the silver collar and likely would be for awhile.

"They don't surrender...."

Was his only warning as he leapt on one man sinking his teeth into his neck and drinking. One man began stabbing Sebastian repeatedly in the back, but purposely missed the heart. Sebastian lifted his head and let out a yell before snapping the neck of the man he'd been feeding on. Meanwhile the other two turned their attention to Lydia and drew silver plated crossbows, firing at her. However the other man continued stabbing Sebastian before Admiral Fluffy paws jumped on him, only to be thrown against a wall. The man tuned around and faced a red eyed Sebastian. He quickly drew a symbol on the man's forehead and chanted some words.

'No...please sire.....'

"...Ardebit."

The man took off running as Sebastian fell back against the wall, still bleeding out. The man made it four steps before letting out a horrifying scream and collapsing as his blood began to burn him from the inside out.

They don't surrender? Well then she'd just have to knock them out until they stopped coming. Not bite them and snap their necks?! Lydia jerked away, slightly mortified that he'd just killed someone. Of course, when one started getting stabby with Sebastian, she could see it might need a little more force to make them stop. Which she could totally provide. Just not lethal force he seemed to be fond of. She was about to pull the guy off of Seb with the knife when people with crossbows started firing at her. And ripped her dress. She turned around and glared at them as they fired more and the bolts bounced harmlessly off her and she caught them before they hit the ground.

"Really? Because that's totally gonna work on me!" She threw the bolts back at them as she caught them, catching the guys in the arms and pinning them to the wall. Then she snatched up the crossbows and crushed them into small crumpled balls. She turned back to Sebastian, and nearly screamed seeing his red eyes and blood covered face. She actually did scream when the man trying to run away screamed but only briefly, realizing they needed to leave. Right then and there. Gritting her teeth, she flew over and slipped under his arm and put her arm around his waist, grabbing Admiral Fluffy Paws and taking off into the night sky.

"YOU! WHAT THE HECK?! You killed them?! Sebastian!!! Seriously?! NOT OK!" She started flying to the only place she could think of that no one could get to that didn't fly. Her temporary apartment in the Statue of Liberty. Two reasons, whoever was after Sebastian seemed mostly human, and she was pretty sure he didn't need to be around people looking like he just stepped out of a horror movie so she dropped him unceremoniously in her living room and the cat on her couch. Then she looked down at her dress, and just sighed. She'd gotten some of his blood on her dress. She pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Ok...are you ok, and who the hell were those people?"

He couldn't help but smirk lightly as he noticed her catching the bolts that didn't just bounce off of her. When she began throwing them back however he was even more impressed. Not only did she throw them with enough force to embed in the brick wall, but also with enough accuracy to not kill or maim. Of course Sebastian aims for arteries and other vital parts. Well, when he's ambushed like this. When he's going hero he does like she does and rarely goes for the kill unless he's forced otherwise. As they finished taking everyone out he turned to thanks Lydia before he was snatched up and being flown through the air. He looked over at Admiral Fluffy Paws in her other arms and laughed.

"Must be a Lydia thing huh? At least we get some nice side boob this time."

'Sebastian! Ignore him Lydia. I'm almost certain he isn't looking at your breasts.'

"Whoa. I'm a mildly blood drunk 19 year old Incubus in the arms, er arm, of an incredibly beautiful woman and also cursed with an honesty curse. So on that note. Thanks for your help and carrying me away. But if you expect me to swoon...yeah I can probably work that in."

He was about to make more jokes, especially in regards to killing them but he was instead dropped, rather rudely, in the middle of her living room. Admiral Fluffy Paws meanwhile landed calmly on his fleet on the couch. He looked around before making what looked like a shrug, wrapping his tail around him and laying down. Sebastian sat up rubbing his head before looking over at Lydia who had some of his blood on her. Well some his and most of those he killed.

"Sorry sunshine, but I DID have to kill them. If they survive they just come back stronger, better armed and with more people. As for who they are, well I suppose we haven't REALLY met, meaning you don't know everything about me."

He stood up and dusted himself off. He sighed and removed his bloody and shredded shirt and dropped the illusion of his tattoos, showing the runes that covered him head to toe. Well he had pants and boots on so she'd have to assume head to toe. He balled the shirt up before undoing his ponytail and letting his hair fall free.

"I am Sebastian Blood X, Incubus and Vampire hybrid, Prince of Hell and unwilling head of the Church of Blood. I've contemplated getting business cards but they charge by the letter and I like the sound of my voice. There's the curse I spoke of earlier."

He said with a sigh and shake of his head. He wanted a cigarette but knew that would be rude. So he grabbed a throwing knife out from his waistband and began to twirl it around his fingers like one would do with a coin.

"I was conceived in a truce between Trigon and my grandfather Satan. I was raised to lead the Church. So they taught me magic and combat and other skills. Their methods were.....brutal and forceful, to be kind. Anyways, my mom, Satana Hellstrom, broke me out when I was 8. Lived with her for a few years till she went missing and the Church took me back. Went back to training before I....escaped. Went solo, looking for my mom and then a year ago or so Batman asked me to join a reforming Titans as their occult specialist. The Church still wants me back so every now and then they attack like that."

He said pausing. He figured it was easier to go blunt and full forward. Well aside from the massive list of abuses he received when he was growing up. The only one who knew the full force of that of Admiral Fluffy Paws, because he'd seen it. He knew, or at least assumed, she'd read at least a file on him. But files and from his mouth were two different things entirely.

"As for am I ok? Well that's vague and very much open for debate. My back is mostly healed and luckily I fed. My back is still tender though as I was stabbed, well, I lost count after 5. But I'll survive."

There was an almost inaudible gasp as he dropped the illusion and all his tattoes became instantly visible. It wasn't that they were disturbing, she just hadn't been expecting it. There were definitely something to look at and she found herself staring, trying to make out all the shapes. She'd never seen them before and she found them fascinating to the point of distraction. She blinked several times as she looked away, words trying to form in her head as she scratched the back of her neck in embarassment.

"Um, right. Hello. I'm going to assume you met me. Well, not me me, but if you've been with the Titans for a year, well...." she ducked her head and stared down at her feet, her anger disapating slightly, replaced with frustration and dejection. Her whole life was like that right now, trying to play along with people who didn't know she had been missing, or the awkward conversations with people who did know and hadn't realized they had been friends with a psychotic replacement. She let him continue to talk, so the air wasn't filled with tense silence. She had read everyone's files, if only to learn their names and faces so she wouldn't make them uncomfortable when she forgot their names or didn't know who they were in general. It gave her something to do late at night in the tower when she couldn't sleep at any rate.

"I used to have AIM scientists after me when I was younger. Thought I'd make a good weapon. Which, they're not wrong but I wasn't about to let them make me into something like that. They were pretty insistent. Though not as insistent as your people..." She could think why Batman had wanted Sebastian on their team, so if stuff like this happened, he'd have backup. Also so they could keep an eye on him. But she never liked that idea. The Titans weren't babysitters. They were a family. They looked out for each other, even if right now they were kind of fractured and fumbling, trying to figure out what they were after everything. But she figured the real reason Bats had shoved him with the Titans was because he needed that family. After listening to him go on about his life, that's what she decided at any rate.

"Well, you're pretty safe here unless they know how to fly, so...I have a shower if you need it and I think some extra clothes my brother has left around that you could borrow after. I assume you don't eat human food, being a Vampire/Succubus hybrid so I can't offer that. But, I have a couch if you need rest."

He could sense the awkwardness coming off her. Namely the issue of them having met but not. He wanted to console her and he was relatively close enough to the OTHER Lydia that he easily could have. But instead he was standing relatively bloody and shirtless in her living room with his cat falling asleep on her couch.

"Well I figure if I can get close to psychopathic copy cat, I might actually have a chance in getting to know you."

He said with a wink and a smile. Ok so that might've been unnecessary and pretty much pointless, but he just wanted to throw that out there. He got close to her so odds are that he could at least become friends with Lydia. Sure he wanted more because....well why wouldn't he? She was beautiful and seemed relatively close to the version he'd met that they got a long together.

"Well tell ya what. You help me keep the Church off me and I'll help keep AIM off of you."

He said with a smile. He kind of enjoyed hearing that. It meant that she actually did know what he was going through and what he dealt with. He had to be careful anytime he went out. Sure right now they likely wouldn't show up for awhile. They'd nee to regroup, look for him and then figure out another approach. Honestly if she hadn't showed up he might very well be on his way back to the Church.

"Well I won't turn down a shower, even though yours likely will be stained. But if there's a blood stain a vampire can't get out I haven't seen it."

He said with a laugh. Ok, it was a terrible joke but it was true. He was used to getting blood stains out, sometimes the method was odd, but it worked.

"As for clothes, the pants are fine. Not like I'll die of hypothermia...but a T-Shirt would be nice."

He said looking around. He could probably figure out where everything was, but being shown would be nice, and he assumed was coming.

"Also you're partially right. I don't need to eat, but I like to. In fact I've been told I'm a very talented chef, likely thanks to an ex. But that's a whole other story. Meanwhile the couch isn't necessary. I rarely sleep, too great of a chance for dreams. Plus if I do it's during the day. Since, ya know, sunlight and all. So, you gonna give me a tour Bu...Liddy?"

He asked looking around. He was really beginning to gather that she had not a lot of idea what went on with vampires. Sure he was a specific breed and definitely something different. But sadly he got most of the vampire weaknesses that came with the species. It sucked but he put up with it.

"Oh I think AIM has a Captain America sized problem." She smiled at Sebastian's offer to help her with that. She wasn't exactly excited to think about getting captured by them again. Once was enough. It was almost as bad as being trapped in another dimension for a year. She had just gotten over that first one. And now she was dealing, rather horribly, with the second one.

Nodding at his accepting of her offer for a shower, she waved him toward her bathroom. "Well, as you see, this is the living room. Over there is the kitchen," She waved off to her left, to an open plan type kitchen, relatively clean except for maybe some leftover flour dust. She hadn't baked in awhile. Didn't even feel like doing that. That's when even she knew it was bad. But now wasn't the time to think of that. "Back this way, is my room, but you are going here. The bathroom. Shower's a bit wonky, trying to get water all the way up here, but it'll get you clean." She pulled a towel of the linen closet right next to the door and handed it to him. "I'll see if I can't scrounge up a shirt for you. I know I've got a few over sized ones lying around."

After he went into the bathroom and she heard the shower turn on, she went to her room to find him a shirt. There were shirts everywhere. Clothes everywhere. She picked a few up off the floor, knowing they weren't that dirty, maybe worn once. She picked up a grey shirt that seemed to be what she was looking for until she turned it over and found "Ferris Air" emblazoned on it. She threw it, perhaps harder than necessary across the room. She grumbled a bit before finding an old SHIELD shirt they usually had for exercise and training. She held it up. It seemed like it would fit Seb just fine. She tossed off her own dress and put on a pair of sweatpants and tank top. She wandered back into her living room and sat down next to the Admiral. Sighing, she reached over and began petting the demon cat, trying to get her head to shut up.

"Well, Admiral...this is a more interesting way to spend time, that's for sure. Fighting crazed religious nuts is always more interesting than staying indoors."

He laughed a bit as she gave him a tour. It was pretty obvious she had no intention of having it be anything more than a regular tour. Especially given how she made it clear that she was only showing him where her room was for the sake of the tour.

"I get it, I get it. Take it slow."

He said with a wink and a laugh. Of course it was nothing more than a joke. She'd been distant ever since coming back. Plus any ground he made was with the fake one. It had messed with him more than he let on. Sure a few he was close to could figure it out, like Gabby and Adam. He had a lot in common, he thought. But it turned out she was an imposter playing them all for suckers and as a result had nearly gotten them all killed and him taken over by the evil doppelgangers. But he knew that wasn't Lydia's fault. She had zero say in what happened, but then again he wasn't exactly taking it out on her. Or at least he hoped he wasn't.

"Tell ya what Liddy. I can clean the blood off your dress. I just need some bleach, club soda, three cups of luke warm water and a white candle. Gotta start paying you back somehow."

He said with a wink before disappearing into the bathroom. Meanwhile Admiral Fluffy Paws had made himself at home on the couch. He'd even pulled a couple pillows together making a bed of sorts. At the point he was pretty much resembling some sort of sultan than a loyal cat.

'I have to be honest Lydia, it's kinda normal for us. Seems he's always angering some one. Church of Blood, various covens, a couple cults, he's own allies in the.....nevermind.'

He'd nearly outed himself and Sebastian in the Dark Commandos. He knew it was dangerous and Admiral Fluffy Paws had been warned, if he messed up Sebastian would pay, not him. He leaned his head against her petting, beginning to purr.

'I must admit Lydia, you're better at this than your replacement. She was too rough.'

Lydia chuckled half-heartedly at the cat's mention of this being "normal" for them. She shouldn't have been surprised he got into so much trouble. It seemed to be par for the course for anyone who did what they did, though he seemed to have a knack for it. She grinned at the Admiral for his little compliment before getting up to gather what Sebastian said he'd need to get out bloodstains. She heard the shower turn off as she grabbed her dress and pulled out bleach, club soda and a bowl for the water. The candle was a little harder to dig up but she found it, placing it on the coffee table before sitting back down to resume her petting.

"Well, we all make enemies I suppose. Most of mine just don't know what I look like without a mask. Yours seem to be a bit more...crazy and fanatical." She continued her ministrations, stroking the demon cat from his head to his tail, sometimes scratching behind his ears or under his chin. "I guess...sometimes the way to take care of those people, the people who won't see reason, is like he did tonight." She sighed. She was slowly coming to terms with her new outlook on life. A year being stuck in an endless loop of nightmares had really worn away her sunny disposition. She looked over at the hallway as the door to the bathroom opened.

"Feel better?" she called out.

Sebastian showered quickly, ignoring the blood going down the drain. Being a vampire and a hero it was kind of a normal sight for him. Between wounds and his meals he seemed to always end up covered in blood. Getting out he found a rubber band and tied his hair back. He looked at himself in the mirror and examined the runes that covered his body. He estimated at least 60% of his body was covered in runes. With a quick spell the tattoos covered him again. The tattoos he used to blend in and hide the dark and evil runes. He found the clothes she'd left for him and quickly changed. Jeans and a slightly short aeronautics shirt or some other nonsense.

"Much bett...."

He trailed off as he made his way back to her. He'd been so focused on her and the tour, ok, mostly her, that he hadn't noticed all the canvases laying around.

"Liddy these are incredible. These belong in frames in galleries and some rich douche's wall. Ya know, someone like me. Ok actually I'm not that rich but still, you get the point."

He said walking out of the hallway holding a canvas in his hands. He was careful of the paint, primarily holding it with his palms.

'Sebastian. What have I said about just grabbing things in people's homes?'

"Not sure, wasn't paying attention. You probably frowned upon it though like most things I do. You never let me have any fun. It's kind of annoying actually."

He said before glancing down at the table.

"Ah good, you got everything I need. This shouldn't take long to fix."

With a quick puff of hellfire he lit the candle before sitting down on the ground and crossing his legs. He pressed his finger to it and tasted it.

"Hmm, AB, relatively healthy diet with a little bit of Incupire blood mixed in. Simple enough. Just be glad it wasn't someone with a fatty diet. Basically the added fun of getting blood stains out with grease stains as well. Part of the reason I eat so healthy."

'Ahem...'

Admiral Fluffy Paws said before laying his head down on the pillow.

"Ok, I try to eat healthy. But sometimes a hammered person is so tempting. Only way I can get drunk."

Lydia stood up as he came in, talking about her paintings. She'd made so many in the past few weeks, she'd lost count. Hearing him talk about her paintings, saying they belonged in a gallery, made her sigh. Phil and James had told her much the same, but she just couldn't part with any of them. They were personal, she didn't want to show them off. When she saw which one Sebastian had in his hand, her hands flexed and she resisted the urge to snatch it away. She'd been unable to sleep with that one rattling around in her head. It had taken her hours and hours, late into the night, but she couldn't rest until her nightmares were on canvas. It was all bright colors on top with darkness lurking underneath.

"I suppose they should, I just don't want them too. They're mine. They're also kind of personal. Sometimes it's the only way I express my feelings. I don't really want other people to know what I feel." She took the painting back as he set it down to begin work on her dress. She wrinkled her nose as he tasted it, but she figured it was part of his thing. Letting out a soft chuckle at his assessment, she wandered back to her hallway, setting down the painting with the others she had stacked along the wall. She looked at them all, the slowly building pile, and though, for a brief moment, that maybe she should put them in a gallery. It would at least free up some space. But then she just shook her head, and walked back over to watch Sebastian work.

"Ha, I can't even do that. My blasted metabolism won't let me. Probably have to drink an entire liquor store to feel something."

He had decided against commenting on the obvious negativity of the painting. Sure some might just see the happy bright colors and lines and assume it was good. But he got it. The over all painting resembled her. Putting on a bright happy exterior trying to cover the darkness building underneath her. He could even see where it came through on occasion. The nightmares and darkness infiltrating any happy memory she might have. He felt for her and knew exactly what she was going through, but also knew better than to actually say that. He hated hearing from people that they knew how he felt.

"I feel ya there. I have a whole collection of paintings that will never see the light of day. Some I share but a select group stay with me. Well, they stayed. A solid amount got destroyed when the Asgardians fought each other. No telling what else of my occult collection is also floating around out there. Luckily all my serious stuff is in the Tower. Ya know, like the necklace that destroys the planet with the utterance of a single word. Well not destroys in the strictest sense, but it won't be enjoyable."

He said with a shrug. He began to scrub the blood out with the club soda first. As he scrubbed he glanced up and looked at her with a smile.

"An entire liquor store? Ya know I could probably call in some flavors and make that happen. A rich eccentric partying artist buying a liquor store? Page 4 at best. Of course getting a beautiful blond super heroine drunk and the potentially compromising photos would likely up it to page 1."

He said with a wink and a smile. Of course it was all talk. He would never do that in public. Plus he assumed that like him, she enjoyed a sense of privacy. He grabbed the candle and dipped the wax on the spot before then scrubbing it with the water. He then added a quick splash of bleach before scrubbing some more.

'Say the word and I will claw his eyes out for you.'

Admiral Fluffy Paws said, glaring at Sebastian.

"Please, like I would risk pissing off her brother. I have enough powerful enemies without adding overly protective big brother. But seriously, if you ever wanna try to get drunk, I might know people."

Lydia watched him work, her mind wandering back to what he said about her paintings. Phil had always tried to get her to, and maybe now she would at least entertain the idea. Her apartment was getting awfully crowded. Her old room was already full, she could barely get in there to actually use it to paint. Hence why she had some lined up along the hallway. Hearing that a lot of his paintings got destroyed while they were taking care of the doppleganger problem made her frown though.

"If you need a place to...I dunno...paint, um, this place gets some great light. You know, not having any buildings nearby and being on it's own island and all." She grinned. Then he tossed out the idea of actually buying out a liquor store, just for her. And she was very tempted. Very very tempted. But she had seen what drinking could do, watching Ginnie drown her problems in a bottle and work until she could not stay awake. James sitting in the dark some nights, thinking he was alone, finishing off a bottle. And then there was her mother. Her mom had never been shy about her alcoholism. She told Lydia about it, to teach her, to warn her, and to let her know nobody was perfect but it was the trying that mattered. So, on one hand, she would not mind drinking into forgetfulness. On the other hand, she was more susceptible to becoming addicted to it.

She stroked Admiral Fluffy Paws gently along his spine at his suggestion to claw out Seb's eyes, a small smile on her lips. "No, it's fine. He'd have to grow them back and feed and you and I are the only thing for miles. And we're already trying to get blood out of one article of clothing today." Her smile grew into a smirk when he mentioned not pissing off James. Many a boy had made that mistake. Seb seemed smart enough to know better.

"Maybe. Just once. Just to see. Then probably never again. Alcoholism runs in my family. Don't feel like tempting fate."

He glanced over at her comment about using the statue for paintings. Not a terrible offer and he was always down for good and interesting places to paint. Not to mention painting in the Statue of Liberty would at least make for an interesting story.

"Hmm, might take ya up on that Bubbles...sorry."

He had been almost calling her Bubbles all night and he knew eventually it was bound to come out. Sure enough they were discussing paintings and he was working on removing a blood stain so his mind was preoccupied. So it had slipped out and it was already too late.

"But I could definitely see that happening. I mean sure people will talk and why shouldn't they? We have a beautiful, young, I assume single heroine, being visited in the middle of the night by a young, roguishly handsome bachelor Prince."

'Roguishly?'

"I've been described as roguishly handsome before."

'By who, other than you?'

"Oh, other than me? Then it's not important."

He said with a wink to Lydia. He didn't know what the wink was in regards to but it had happened. Perhaps it was just force of habit from the time he'd spent with the other Lydia. The two of them had flirted constantly, of course she was also evil. But Seb wanted to believe there was still some good in there somewhere. Of course he knew that he was most likely lying to himself. The reason they'd gotten along so well was because he had evil in him.

"Alright then, no drinking it is. That's fine, I've been told I myself am intoxicating enough. I sometimes hang around AA meetings to help people cope. So if you ever need some kind of fix let me know. I can help in many, MANY ways."

He said with a laugh as he scrubbed the dress. He then held it up and looked at it. He turned it around and nodded his head.

"When I envisioned getting you out of that dress, this wasn't even close."