Sebastian's place was a small, humble studio apartment on the rather cheap end of the spectrum, though he was lucky to find a place in a good enough area of town that cheap didn't mean dangerous. In fact, it was one of the few places that was quiet - by New York standards, at least. He'd just excused his band-mates and a couple of their significant others and had both water boiling for tea and a bottle of red wine out - in case his new friend wanted options. Personally, he'd never gotten used to the taste of tea, and wasn't sure if he ever would.
When the doorbell rang, he padded barefoot across the carpeted main room, nudging a shoe to the side by the door and stared out the peephole. She was stunning, he wasn't at all surprised. The chain latch slid out and the dead-bolt clicked open, and the final key-lock in the knob twisted into the unlocked position and Sebastian pulled the door open with a bright smile.
"Evening," he said. He could feel the turmoil with her powers, the feeling sparking the very new and very repressed dominion within himself. It made him tremble a little at first, but a Roman soldier was never afraid, and the feeling was quickly pushed by the wayside. "Come on it, I'm sorry if it's a bit of a mess, but I only just got the others to leave and haven't had much time..."
Stepping to the side, he let her in then closed the door behind her, locking it all back up again.
The living room, the main room, held a couch and a chair, a small coffee table, television and various stands with a couple of guitars, his keyboards and a violin up on a shelf. He had plenty of time through the Victorian age to learn all he ever wanted about playing music, and with his current occupation he couldn't have been happier that he put the effort in. Shoved against a far back wall was a bed, white sheets rumpled and a pair of flannel pajama bottoms hanging over the end. All-in-all, it was perfectly mundane. "Sit, please. I have tea and I also pulled out a bottle of wine if you'd rather..." he said, still smiling at her.