[ Indeed, the intensity of Sebastian's gaze does elicit a queasiness inside him; a shiver rolls down his spine, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. Predator as he might be, there is still something to be said when predators are met with their equal in an enclosed space. The sensation of potentially needing to fight to the death to defend territory he considers his own arises within his belly, different from every other instance he's met a non-human: other divinity, primordial entity, immortalized creature or otherwise. There's an addictive uniqueness to this one, which calls to and repulses him in the same measure.

Set's used to bluffing, though. The tilt of his jaw increases, as if to expose his bare throat to teeth that could, if daring enough, sink into it. The taunting little cant of his head accompanies a broadening smile and narrowing eyes. Try it, his posture dares and begs alike. It's been so very, very long since he's sampled a worthy opponent, having to settle with a bunch of mouthy diplomats who would rather settle problems with words over fists. He's overdue for another type of conversation: one of conquest, dominance and raw power. ]

I find it invigorating, above all else. There are many non-mortal entities in this place, but none respond quite as uniquely as you.

[ By that, he clearly means the balance that Sebastian strikes between his graceful power, and his desire to remain understated and unidentifiable. It speaks to a tactical mind, like his own. ]

Should you be troublesome to me?