It was a normal weekday, nothing out of the ordinary by any means. The sun was shining and it was a nice warm beautiful day. Or so he assumed. Seb himself was inside because of course if he went outside he wouldn't be out there very long. He had no real intentions to paint and he was all caught up with Seven Deadly Sins on Netflix. So he decided to cook. People began to discuss who on the Titans was the best cook and his name hadn't even come up. Of course most people forgot about him, especially when it came to food. Not everyone knew he could eat food, let alone did. If anything he mostly did solely for pleasure and to also help other people not be so uncomfortable.

So today he'd ordered in a bunch of groceries and decided to make some food for everyone. The stove was currently filled with pots. Two pots of water for pasta, he also had a few for sauce going. The counter top grill was half filled with marinated steak and half with chicken. When that was done he'd do some grilled vegetables. He couldn't remember if anyone was vegetarian on the team so he decided to cater to them anyways. He began working on a sauce, pouring some red wine into a pot after sauteeing the onions before filling a glass and taking a sip.

"Hmm....the vegetable roast should be nearly done."

He said before opening the oven and checking it. Admiral Fluffy Paws meanwhile was laying on an unused portion of the counter watching him. Sebastian filled a little water dish with some of the wine before going back to cooking.

'If I didn't know any better I'd swear you were trying to buy friendship and trust.'

"Well, you're not completely wrong. Besides I'm just bored."

'Well you could train with the new sword you just HAD to get.'

"I'm taking a break Admiral Fluffy Paws."

'Admit it you just wanted something new and fancy.'

"There was a reason to it and you know that."

'Yes yes. You felt bad someone let you loose and the Prince went rogue.'

"You make it sound like it was something simple and like he went shop lifting and beat a couple people up. He, I, murdered several people, for fun."

'Your water is boiling.'

Seb groaned and mumbled in Latin before rushing over and dumping pasta in, stirring it up briefly. He had used cooking as a distraction and Admiral Fluffy Paws seemed to not want to allow it. He glanced down and noticed a few red splatters on his chest from one of the sauces.

"Blood I can get out, but marinara is a pain in the ass."

Jor had been spending lots of time at the Tower lately, and after everything that had happened, after getting him back from that other world, she was disinclined to leave his proximity. Currently she had inhabited a spare room at the tower, training some days, trying to learn more about the world around her. Lydia had given her something called a Kindle and had loaded it with books for her to read. It wasn't like her small collection back in Star City or her bigger one in Hades, but it served it's purpose. She just missed being able to turn the pages or smell the old paper. Everything seemed to be digital now. She was not exactly a fan of this Kindle, but it was simple enough for her to figure out.

Midway through one of her true crime thrillers, smells began to permeate her room which caused her to pause and look up. She was unaware of Jor being able to cook, though she knew there were others in this tower, residents who could possibly be cooking. Sitting up from her bed, she wandered throughout the tower, still trying to get used to it's layout, using her nose to guide her to the source of the cooking. To her surprise, she found Sebastian had taken over the kitchen. Curiously, she stepped forward.

"Sebastian. I had no idea you could cook." She looked at the incupire, wide eyed with curiosity at all the food he had and was preparing.

'Hello Zoey.'

Admiral Fluffy Paws said with a smile, or what passed as a smile for a cat. Sebastian meanwhile glanced up and looked at her with a sort of awkward sad smile. He hadn't spoken to her, or a lot of people, since The Prince had gotten out. He'd sort of kept to himself, only talking to a select few, mainly Adam, Gabby, Roxy and Lydia. But if she was willing to move past it, or at least not beat the hell out of him in the kitchen, he'd do his best too. He knew that he'd punished himself far more than anyone else could, but still felt like it wasn't done yet.

"Hey Zo. Yeah, that seems to be the consensus. When you can only eat for pleasure, not nutrient or sustenance, you learn to be really good. Of course feeding off a handful of chefs helps too."

He said with a laugh. It wasn't a great joke but it was somewhat of an attempt. Plus he'd always been somewhat honest in regards to his feeding habits. After all he needed to drink blood in order to survive, that much was well known. He was a vampire after all.

"The food will be done shortly. Not so sure what an Angel of Death eats, but we have a variety. Pastas, some rice, lots of meat, vegetables, all made deliciously I might add. Of course I am biased."

He said with a laugh.

'You are your biggest fan after all.'

"Well someone has to be."

'Well there is that mysterious client of yours that keeps buying all your paintings.'

"Yeah I try not to think about that."

Seeing his sad and awkward smile, Zoey decided to play nice, as they would have to at the very least tolerate each other for the foreseeable future. And she could understand his awkwardness, but she did not blame him for anything that had happened that night. He was not in control of himself, that much she knew. So she wandered over, deciding to treat him no less different than before. And she was very curious about food out here. She had not broadened her culinary horizons much after coming here. Perhaps now when things were calm would be a good time.

"Well, yes, I suppose if one must acquire new skills from their food sources, it's nice to have varying skill sets. You never know when you might have to cook a banquet for visiting dignitaries." She leaned on the counter next to the Admiral and watched Sebastian work, taking in what he was doing. She was quite intrigued and rather disappointed she had missed the beginning of the process.

"We enjoy apples," she said with a rather straight face. "Though I do suppose I could branch out. It does smell rather inviting."

She looked to Admiral Fluffy Paws at the mention of a mysterious benefactor and became more intrigued. "He cooks, he paints, he saves the world. Is there anything he does not do?"

"Yeah well the whole skill thing is...tricky. See I have no control over it. I could feed off you for example and get full knowledge of a fighting style, a dead language or some completely trivial ability."

He said with a laugh. It was truly annoying. He had no control over the skills he got, try as he might. It was a complete crap shoot. He had spent years trying to work on it, but so far no such luck. Then again he was basically immortal, so it was only a matter of time and patience.

"Apples? Bull sh*t...."

He said shaking his head.

"So Deathnote is based on some semblance of truth? Does that mean if I get your notebook I have control over you? Because full honesty, I would totally abuse that. Like to the point where I should feel bad, but don't."

He said with a laugh. Admiral Fluffy paws gave an audible groan as he tucked his head into his paws. Sebastian meanwhile slid over some breadsticks, fresh from the oven. He then turned his attention back to everything else he was working on. He pulled a chef's knife from the block and began to chop up some herbs.

'Anything he can't do? Save the world, do the honorable thing, pull himself off that cross....'

"I help save the world. As for honor, well I never really was well known for honor. I mean I'm a demon and Prince of Hell. Plus being forced to speak the truth all the time makes being nice tricky."

He said with a laugh. He knew he wasn't a real hero. Hell, he would be the first person to admit his lack of heroics. Sure he may help the side of good in the grand scheme of things, but he knew he was playing against his own side and interest at the same time. He often figured the whole 'good' aspect was more in his mind than anything.

"It could be based on some form of truth," she snatched up a bread stick and took a small bite, pausing after a few chews at how delicious it was before continuing with her point. "Or...I could have far too much free time and like to amuse myself with making references people would not think I would understand." She gave him a small, knowing smile and went back to eating the bread stick with relish. She watched him work, noting all the different smells coming together in the space, with him cooking and chopping the herbs. She pulled another bread stick toward herself, quite enjoying it.

"But no, there is no notebook. And your pheromones cause enough interesting chaos that if any such thing did exist, I would not keep it anywhere near me." She reached over and scratched the Admiral under the chin, listening to Seb make light of himself and his situation. She let out a small chuckle herself and shook her head.

"You have some form of honor, even if it is your own particular brand. A code, I suppose. Or else you would not try and save the world at all. Though, being a 'demon', I am sure you are quite familiar with having a lose relationship with the truth. So, the spell might be a mere inconvenience." She grinned just slightly again before her stomach made a very strange, rumbling sound.

"That...has never happened before."

He smirked a bit at her comment about simply watching Deathnote and throwing fake intel out there to mess with people. He couldn't help but laugh lightly as he worked on some of his dishes.

"I can see why Jor likes you Zo."

Of course it was an odd pairing but he decided not to add that. Luckily he wasn't asked about it so he wouldn't have to admit everything. There were some people he didn't mind if they asked. Then there were others who concerned him more. Zoey was one of those. Primarily because she could easily kill him without much concern. Or at least he assumed. He'd hope there was some concern there. But at the end of the day she was a warrior none the less and would rightfully defend her honor.

"So you're saying my pheromones have an affect on you? Interesting."

He assumed it didn't work when she fought the Prince but apparently she just had really strong willpower.

'I swear I think you are suicidal at times Sebastian. If you did do that and Zoey didn't kill you I believe it would be a race between Jor and Hades himself on how kills you.'

"I've always wanted to punch Hades in the face...."

He said his mind wandering before laughing and looking at Zoey.

"No offense, and I know I would die a second later but it'd be a cool story to tell when I'm being tortured in some realm of Hades. That's the key to living on Earth Zo, learn to enjoy the minor or even the bad things. It helps keep you sane."

'You've never been sane.'

"No...no. I probably was as an infant."

He said with a laugh before listening to Zoey. She was right, he was more noble than he often let on. Hell he was considered by some to be a really good hero, one of the best in this batch of Titans. Definitely not the best. No, most would give Lydia that distinction. Then Admiral Fluffy Paws looked at Zoey's stomach and Sebastian laughed.

"Your stomach growled. You're hungry. You've never been hungry or smelled food cooked by an amazing and sexy chef? I'm honored. At least if this hero thing doesn't pan out I can become the personal chef in Hades."

'There is so much wrong with that.'

"How is that different from anything else I ever say?"