He saw her approach, and he saw the manuscript in her hand. He heaved a small sigh as he turned and bowed. "I slept good, thank you. How about yourself?" He asked, giving Red a small pat on the head. Sebastian kept an eye on the two. He would remain until the first question concerning Robin would be asked and Robin's reaction would be sure.<br/><br/>"Fancy old piece of paper. What are you going to quote to me from it? The pretty poetry?" Robin asked sarcastically. His voice however, held fear. Fear that she'd order him to leave due to knowing about his curse. Fear that he'd be alone again, for another century or more. He didn't want that, he can't have that!