[ One can say that like is to like, that a certain magnetism always managed to draw beings cut from near the same cloth together. Of course, these two were no exception. He'd sensed a change in the air that minute, a familiar pull much akin to prey falling into his web. Or rather another predator entering his territory so to speak.
The spiders spoke to him that day. All it took was a few words, a few syllables and a name in a voice only they could understand, in a tone that only passed between spiders. This found him out the door and lead on pure scent alone to that prone figure. Evident distaste caused a slight curl on his lip in seeing Sebastian in such a state. He'd always longed to see him weakened, beaten, less than perfect but somehow, he'd always wished it was by his hand rather than anyone else. The wounds reeked of blood, of death, of reaper. Certainly nothing Laevateinn could have done and that irked him even more.
But this was still quite the sight. There was an evident mixture of disgust (at what, his weakness? His state?) and the sweet tang of victory mixed in those gold eyes as he crouched down. However, beneath the disdain was what seemed to be the smallest hint of concern quickly pushed away the minute he spoke. ]