Quotes About Sebastien

Don Sebastien was beside her as silently as a cat in his patent-leather boots, dabs of mud marring their mirror shine.

Sebastien," the Englishman purred, hurt or feigning. "What would I have done? He wears your ring, my love." "I don't trust you." David's nails scratched Sebastien's neck, tracing the spine from skull to shoulders. Sebastien shivered. "Don't trust me," David answered. "I need your goodwill. Use me.

At Abernathy's arched eyebrow, he felt the need to reassure. Sebastien did, after all, find him quite attractive. In both guises.

Well, Sebastien thought, they might all be furious with him, but at least his court was convivial.

David had been angry with the Church, the King, himself, the tissues of lies that he'd been raised on. But not with Sebastien, not except briefly and at first, when Sebastien had taught him that the desires David had been raised to consider anathema were not merely a matter of unconfessable groping in filthy alleys, of lewdness and whoring.

The violet seemed inclined to linger, but Sebastien's host-or hostess-gestured him to shut the door with one commandingly whirled finger.