Beauty in the flesh will continue to rule the world. Who: Sebastian and Open When: Early Evening Where: Moriarty Party What: You better make this fabulously more interesting.
Sebastian was bored. Beautifully bored, of course, no one could fault him on that mark. He was doing exactly as was expected of him, he had shown up in support of a family known for their head's activism for the rights of supernaturals, a topic even Sebastian could see as worthy. He had schmoozed and flirted with human and supernatural alike, feeding into his own media image as the beautiful man you'd want to spend a dinner with, as well as one you'd want to drag up to your room and ravage within an inch of his life. All his elitism was carefully wrapped away, thought and felt, but not shown.
He had let Kamala and Sasha decide which one of them would accompany him to this oh so lovely party, and had thrown his head back with laughter when they had simultaneously picked Jane to be the one to deal with the public with no chance of a reprieve until Sebastian himself finally left. His personal assistant had gone off on her own, with no qualms from Sebastian on letting her do her own thing, he had little use for the supposedly tight control he had once been accused of by an irate and extremely damaged former employee.
There was a moment among the glittery boredom and polished charm, when Sebastian caught sight of, what he assumed was a human, man with Tash. Nastasiya, as always, was the beautifully perfect example of boredom and apathy. It was with a laugh to himself that he wished the guy well, but silently reminded himself to ask Kamala and Sasha to take bets with him against how long the human would last should his fellow Sapphira let him touch her.