Sebastian turned his gaze from the redhead for a moment to look to Donovan. It seemed that his plan may have backfired in a way. Perhaps it would have been best to sit himself next to the stunning princess Ellanore instead of Donovan who seemed a bit too interested in him and what it was that he did. The white wolf cleared his throat and repositioned himself on his chair. Looking back to Donovan. "Whatever is needed of me. I am sure that is something we both know the meaning of very clearly." Sebastian looked to Donovan. He knew what he was. They were both trained killers. Donovan a bit more used to hiding that grim truth than Sebastian. The white wolf dug into his meat looking across the table and seeing Ellanore and Valentine staying away from dinner and smoking as if they were in some back alley. Martin seemed too focused on a conversation that seemed to be going better than most went with people of power. The LaCroix were not the first vampires he sought out for help with the islands. However the LaCroix seemed to be the only ones Martin did not feel like snapping their neck from their entitlement.<br/><br/>Valentine seemed distracted for a moment but his eyes only seemed to focus in when Ellanore met his gaze. The way she looked at him was not one of just receiving his look. She was looking at him with intent whatever it was. It was there. His eyes instinctively shifted. Bearing the bright yellow of his father and pulling his attention for the moment before the natural blink he took closed the shine and brought back his dark brown eyes. Valentine reached for his small dish with one cigarette butt already pressed down into it and left it between him and Ellanore. Sitting and watching the dinner that seemed to involve everyone but them. Occasionally the eyes of the white wolf turning in hopes of meeting the eyes of the princess.