Naturally, Sebastian's ears perked when he heard the door open, every muscle in his body tensing. It was his instinct to react as though his first impression was one of suspicion, and it was clear that he had been expecting some sort of trouble, but - as soon as he set eyes on the trembling frame in front of him - it seemed to almost melt away.  There was a look in her eyes, one of honesty and need, a momentary glance that told him she was not trying to infiltrate or trick the bartender in any way.<br/><br/>This was a woman who had come here for a very specific reason.<br/><br/>"Detective Sinclare?" A low thoughtful growl rumbled deeply in the back of Sebastian's throat. So...this was his child? Shamefully, the werewolf had to admit that he had never even known that the trash talking, cigarette smoking, booze-resistant detective had a child. He hadn't seemed the type. Far too irresponsible for that. Then again, the man had been fiercely loyal to his own morals, and - despite his flaws - he had a very strong sense of right and wrong.<br/><br/>"...Miss Aveline will be down shortly. Please, take a seat." A barstool was offered.<br/><br/>Inwardly, Sebastian wondered what would happen if any of the girls came in to work right now. How would he handle that? Aveline needed to really pick up the pace.<br/><br/>"Can I get you a drink, Miss....uh...?"