"Literally." The sapphire eyes turn a darker shade of threatening ocean, all the light and gentile humanity completely snuffed out the vampire as his own lip curls in a similar sneer, though his is a lot more mocking, a smirk.
"I don't. It's my first day on board. And he must not be a very well kept pet if you lost track that quickly." Arthur doesn't know where Vic, his dog is, but at least he knows Theo would never let the little cocker spaniel suffer, easily take him out with King (Theo's golden retriever) on walks and whatever else. Arthur wants to quadruple check that Le Comte would never call Sebastian his human pet to others, but truthfully, Arthur already knows he would not. Sebastian was almost more in control of the mansion than the count, and all of its vampire residents, even the greater immortals!
"Are you peckish as well, or not liking the idea of your toys off being touched by others without your permisson?" His tone is light enough, not really comprable to any real amusement or warmth, but nothing obviously contemptuous or scathing undercurrents, which is the best Arthur can do for now. He doesn't even know how to tell if another vampire is immortal or the extent of their physical prowess compared to himself, and it's a delicate situation. Besides, if Max is food source as well, while the other vampire hardly seemed to be in Jean's near constant frenzied state (the French soldier was constantly purposely starving himself, so the only times they saw Jean were when he began to succumb to having to come out for dinner!), anyone could get a bit worst version of themselves when ravenous. Theo was always cranky, but even Arthur could more than lose his temper if he'd gotten too wrapped up in writing and lost track of needing to get a glass or three of Rouge in his diet.
Still, Arthur has met more than his share of abusive Frenchmen who believed they owned their partners, pretty little doves floundering in the cage of an evil bastard, who didn't know or care, that he was suffocating the life and spirt out of women too gentle to save themselves. It was indeed the main reason Arthur tried to avoid staying out overnight on his little affairs, just in case, because he hadn't to kill anyone yet, but that certainly got dangerously close in temptation for him. Max might very well be a woman for all the British author knows, but not even a man deserved to be 'kept' like a literal pet. No matter what they mutually agreed on consent, it wasn't truly possibly in the power dynamics wherein a vampire was physically stronger, faster, and able to completely dominate regular humans.
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"I don't. It's my first day on board. And he must not be a very well kept pet if you lost track that quickly." Arthur doesn't know where Vic, his dog is, but at least he knows Theo would never let the little cocker spaniel suffer, easily take him out with King (Theo's golden retriever) on walks and whatever else. Arthur wants to quadruple check that Le Comte would never call Sebastian his human pet to others, but truthfully, Arthur already knows he would not. Sebastian was almost more in control of the mansion than the count, and all of its vampire residents, even the greater immortals!
"Are you peckish as well, or not liking the idea of your toys off being touched by others without your permisson?" His tone is light enough, not really comprable to any real amusement or warmth, but nothing obviously contemptuous or scathing undercurrents, which is the best Arthur can do for now. He doesn't even know how to tell if another vampire is immortal or the extent of their physical prowess compared to himself, and it's a delicate situation. Besides, if Max is food source as well, while the other vampire hardly seemed to be in Jean's near constant frenzied state (the French soldier was constantly purposely starving himself, so the only times they saw Jean were when he began to succumb to having to come out for dinner!), anyone could get a bit worst version of themselves when ravenous. Theo was always cranky, but even Arthur could more than lose his temper if he'd gotten too wrapped up in writing and lost track of needing to get a glass or three of Rouge in his diet.
Still, Arthur has met more than his share of abusive Frenchmen who believed they owned their partners, pretty little doves floundering in the cage of an evil bastard, who didn't know or care, that he was suffocating the life and spirt out of women too gentle to save themselves. It was indeed the main reason Arthur tried to avoid staying out overnight on his little affairs, just in case, because he hadn't to kill anyone yet, but that certainly got dangerously close in temptation for him. Max might very well be a woman for all the British author knows, but not even a man deserved to be 'kept' like a literal pet. No matter what they mutually agreed on consent, it wasn't truly possibly in the power dynamics wherein a vampire was physically stronger, faster, and able to completely dominate regular humans.