Saint wasn't thrilled when Dahlia's attention wavered from him, the slightest frown on his plush mouth, but it was quick to recapture. He had no qualms of doing whatever it took to keep the spotlight firmly on him, and now was no exception.
When Sebastian and Rachel acknowledged him he grinned in response, a lift of his chin and coy little cant of those green eyes in response. His hand cupped Dahlia's cheek for a moment, silken palm bizarre; he felt too soft to be a male, almost velvety as if his skin had no pores at all.
"A few days," he promised her, smiling wickedly. "Tis the season, and I grow so bored at my other endeavors. This is ever the place where a weary thing like myself can find respite."
He moved sinuously to kneel between Dahlia's knees, his hands on her thighs now; he ignored Lucy, who largely ignored him too. The dog didn't like the predators, could perhaps smell their true nature, but she seemed less aggressive with Saint. That wasn't to say she wouldn't growl at him, as she'd already proven, but she didn't consider Saint much of a threat to her mistress.
Silly puppy.
"The beautiful things here like yourself… my favorite baubles," Saint breathed, grinning up at Dahlia because he knew she'd hear the smile in his voice. He leaned in close, his lips nearly brushing her earlobe when he whispered, "And don't fool yourself into thinking I jest about the leash, darling… you say the word and I can open a thousand doors for you."