Saint's laugh was low and charming, a peal of velvet-wrapped bells as he looked over to Dahlia upon her entrance. She was a beautiful girl and her disability only made her more appealing to Saint; the creature was fascinated by all of the brothel's clients in their many incarnations.
"My darling," he teased, undulating toward Dahlia like he had been summoned. His fingers trailed along the back of her hair, touching it just the way he had stroked Sebastian's office furniture, overtly sensual even though Dahlia couldn't see. His emerald eyes gleamed at the other creature in the office, an undeniable seduction there. If Sebastian beckoned, then Saint would gladly while away a few off-the-clock hours with the other beast. He was hardly discriminate, and he liked to broaden his horizons.
"Aren't you lovely tonight? What's your costume, a temptress?" The flattery was thick as honey but came across as near-sincere once you knew how promiscuous Saint was, and how he always delivered on his promise; he leaned in, breathed Dahlia's hair lightly. The dog at her feet growled very, very softly and subtly, and Saint smiled.
"You don't need that beast in here," he whispered to Dahlia, teasing low. "We are plenty enough beast for you to handle, and if a leash would make you feel safer, I'm sure we could make arrangements…"