Sebastian was running on pure impulse with the girl underneath him now. What he had in mind before they even left the club was no longer on the agenda. He wasn't innocent, not by far, and basically showing that the girl wasn’t either (even if she tried to play the card poorly). Hurting her physically came to mind, but he had nothing on him that would work well enough to cause marks that could last for a lifetime, although that didn’t stop him from using his imagination and things around them. Plus, he mostly did it to people who wanted it, begged for it. This one might not be begging for it, but the fear clearly told him she was slightly enjoying it. Wait. When Sebastian caught glimpse of the arousal, there was a sudden urge to throw her to the ground and tell her to crawl home. But he grabbed her clutch instead, ripping it open, and found what he was expecting to be there: a small card that had the fetish club name in bright red that he frequents from time to time. Interesting. Amusing, even. The clutch was thrown back onto the bench next to the girl, causing her to jump a little.
He was pulled from his current distraction, if a lying distraction was the best thing to call the wench, and glanced over to the apparent audience he gathered tonight. What he heard, oh, did it cause a lovely chill to run down his spine. Yes, Sebastian was drawn to the M.E., and if the universe, for once, was on his side he was pleased to have its good graces deliver him one delicious treat in the form of a man who was currently watching him. He did wonder what Mathis was thinking while he stood there, watching the things Sebastian did, though they weren’t much, it did make him want to go beyond the border of pleasure and pain and just deliver pain.
The answer he came up with had him already imagining the possibilities, whether they were slim to none, but he still gave a curious raised eyebrow expression toward Mathis. “Are you offering yourself?” As he turned back toward the girl, he yanked her arms toward him while he moved back making her stand up. She was tripping over her own heels from the jerking motion. “Not that you’d be easy to break – I can already tell that from here,” he said to Mathis, then toward the girl, he said, “But this one... she was actually hoping to catch my attention. I don’t know what she was expecting she’d get tonight.” He forced her down onto her knees - they were bare of any fabric or hose - and slammed into the pavement of the sidewalk, with a muffled groan filtering into the warm summer air.
Now that he knew her true intentions for the night, Sebastian had nothing else to do but to humiliate her until she was begging him to stop, if begging would stop him. It wasn’t so much as a power rush he was feeling, though it was there. Whatever it might have been – power, lust, frustration – he was enjoying it to the point he really didn’t care what he did with the creature next to him. The surgeon was known for making messes and lacking the need of cleaning up after himself. Was it being immature? It could be classified as such, but Sebastian would state that he was creating art and had to let his creativity out in some way. Why not decorate the street with screams and the color of ruby red.