Sebastian smiled warmly at his guests, pleased that attendance was high. There was no point in smiling at the blind girl, of course, so he didn't. He was used to seeing Ms. Palmer there, and had nothing against her, but he also had no way to relate to her. A poor, blind human with a host of addictions and a dangerous lifestyle. She certainly earned pity, but there were other people about who were easier to talk to. Easier to help. Luckily, Saint had the situation well in hand, and was providing entertainment.
And who could fault the entertainment of a fae? Even Sebastian had paid for that particular creature's time in the past, though he wasn't a regular. It was a little too feminine, and didn't run as warm as other options that were available. An ifrit -- long gone, now, but once a resident that had almost inspired thoughts of true, lasting romance, certain shifters (werewolves could be destructive, sure, but oh, the heat they generated), the incubus, the seraph... The lesidhe was far preferable to vampires, and Saint was willing to accommodate, as any good professional would be... a delightful conversationalist, so long as it was spotlit accordingly.
Sebastian wasn't as good with the spotlights as Dahlia Palmer, though. His attention wasn't nearly so bright.
He chuckled, and winked at the angelic fairy. "Enjoy... the candy," he said, with a slight glance to the sightless brunette. "I've sworn... it off, myself. Aheh!"
Then he moved past them to Bryant and Rachel, his smile spreading into a full grin to see that the other man was also wearing scrubs. "Happy Halloween! Don't... don't apologize! You're a guest. And we... match! Ha! Twin surgeons. Perhaps people... will confuse us for brothers? Hehe."
He might have been laughing at their height difference, the fact that they looked nothing alike, or the fact that Bryant looked so much older. It was impossible to tell, but it wasn't a derisive laughter at least. When the large surgeon drew attention to Rachel, Sebastian took a longer look at her outfit. He hadn't recognized it.
"Is that right?" He asked Rachel. She was one of the ones who most needed his help, as far as he was concerned. Sebastian equated her condition to that of a newly cursed were. It was difficult to adapt to lifestyle changes like that, and she was trying so admirably to fit in. He saw those like her as solid proof that his meetings were valuable. Effective. Not that proof was needed, but it was still nice to have. "I thought you were... dressed as a fashion model!"