[ And this was why they were the perfect foil. They were hard to set off and both of them showed it in a way most signature. Despite the fact the crow didn't remember him in the least, it seemed almost instinct that they would at the very least, get beneath each other's skin. Or at least... someone was getting his skin breached though he wasn't about to show such a thing. Maybe that's how demons rolled, after all.
No, no he wouldn't let him have that satisfaction. Sebastian had already claimed far too many victories. Instead, he stands his ground and steels himself, meeting those carmine eyes with equal fire in his own unchanging gaze.
But he allowed himself a single breath at that contact. The fact it had been so long since he'd been so close to one who was so similar, one of his own kind... well... that kind of helped ease his tension somewhat. His expression remains unreadable, however. The same ice and armor that covered his features. While normally the crow's words and actions would have sent a lesser man to his knees and begging for more, Claude Faustus was indeed no lesser man.
King of the pokerface, actually. One that he retains when he's finally asked. Their distance doesn't change. He remains as close, his voice still the barest whisper as if this encounter was meant to hold a measure of intimacy. ]
We shared a dance, you and I... a rondo which I find no other partner can equal. Matching me move for move. Turn for turn.
[ Leaning even close, just to whisper into the shell of his ear. ]