If there was supposed to be a swelling of magical, unheard, and utterly romantic music as the whole situation unfolded, Sebastian's expertly tuned, demonic ears heard none. Instead there was stumbling, bumping, and a lot more yelping and noises then he wanted. The last thing he wanted was for Mey-Rin to be found naked - she was a lady first and foremost. Sebastian did not think about what the other two men would think when they saw him standing not in the doorway, as one would expect if he arrived first on the scene of the yelping and flailing maid, but rather in the room, as if waiting.

"Shush," he hissed and closed his eyes in frustration with himself. This was not how he had envisioned this. Of course, he chuckled inside, he never actually envisioned this at all. Well, no, he did. Many times. Too many many times. "Please, lower your voice."

"Get off my towel!"

He raised an eyebrow - she was scolding him for stepping on her towel? "Many pardons. Perhaps we should close the door?"

"Perhaps you should light a candle so I can see where I am going," she hissed at him. She gasped as he began to summon flames from his fingers, and stumbled over the dropped towel, falling into him, making him sprawl over the bed, her subtle body on top of him, now only partially covered in a towel, the flame going out almost as soon as the whole event started. "Damn it!"

He smiled into the darkness she had plunged them back into. "My, what language."

Her hand connected to his cheek. Almost as soon as that happened she sat up, squealing. "I-I'm so sorry Mister Sebastian! Oh my! Oh… I-I am … Oh god."

"Please, it is me who should be apologizing. I was improper," he said, holding her. His fingers subconsciously moving in circles over her hard waist, sculpted by her late night workouts he would watch many times as she ran a circuit in the woods, climbed trees, and do lift bricks over high walls. Each of the servants had their own routine to stay in shape, although he wondered about Baldroy sometimes. His workouts seemed to be more focused on smoking.

"Mister Sebastian," Mey-Rin said, startled. He removed his hands which had traveled up towards her uncovered breasts. It was he who turned a shade pinker, thankfully unseen in the dark room.

"The door," he started, trying to form words. "It is open a bit still."

She turned and he tried to look anywhere but at her lightly bouncing breasts at the motion. If he did not suppress all his desires she would be not questioning his motives soon. He was thankful she could see in the darkness, but not as well as he could. He needed no light at all to see the way her lips pursed together as she looked back or the way her eyes squinted, trying to soak in all the light her human eyes could. He watched as her chest rose and fell, her taunt stomach moving, the way her half shielded legs still were on either side of his own hips. He closed his eyes and bit his lips. She was so close and he could just reach out, wrap his hands around her, take her hard and fast, satisfying all the needs her body screamed she would be able to.

"Please, the door," he pushed through his clenched teeth, fighting his manly urges. Her naked body moved off his clothed one and he felt relief as the weight was gone, and he watched her wrap the towel around her torso, and picked her way to the door, now free from any obstacle. She turned and found her matches, striking one again and lit the fallen candle and put it back in its holder. She turned and stared at him, still sprawled on her bed.

"Mister Sebastian," she started, her voice smooth and even. "I am not sure why you are here."

He looked back at her and searched her eyes. Mey-Rin was not mad that she found him lurking in her bedroom, rather a bit curious. "I… I am not sure why either. I wanted to," he paused, at a loss for words. "I wanted to apologize."

She regarded him for a moment and stepped beside her bed, placing the candle on her bedside, throwing the room into different shadows and light. She paused, eying the bed and he shifted, sitting up, his back to her. She sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around her, holding the towel firmly in place. "I am not sure why," she said after another pause.

He didn't know why either. "It's just easier…" he stopped and stood, fluidly and flawlessly. "I should bid you good night and leave." He took two steps before her voice stopped him.

"Please, don't leave."

He turned slowly. This was where things could get even more dangerous. His emotions - the demonic ones and the human ones - told him to stay and told him to move toward his human maid. His rational brain stopped him before he got to her bed and sat beside her or before her. Sebastian felt the panic and anger build again and he looked down at her, pleading with her to break the torment.

"I shall not, if you do not wish me to," he breathed.

Mey-Rin, a short woman who never let that stop her, stood. Sebastian's breath caught. He planted his feet even as his brain told him to flee like he had earlier. His emotions wanted to take her into his arms. It was too much, and before he could do anything she spoke.

"Why did you leave me standing in the washing room?"

He let out a laugh, low and quiet, minding that it was close to midnight and he did not want Baldroy or Finnian barging in. He raised an eyebrow. That was why she asked him to stay? She needed and answer, but what could the demon say?

"I did not want to scare you."

She snorted and simply looked at him, waiting. "I don't believe you, Sebastian."

He looked her over and smiled slowly. She was in her domain and he the one to command. She used his name only and in a confident voice. "I see."

She blushed, suddenly very aware of her forwardness.

"Please, don't do that, I like the confidence I saw there," he said softly, placing his fingers on her cheek and turning her gaze back toward his. "You don't get to show it much, do you?"

Mey-Rin held his gaze for a moment and shook her head. "The young master needs a well kept home, and comfortable surroundings. It's my job to keep it that way, but I seem to fail."

His fingers stroked her cheek for a moment and he smiled, a real, genuine, smile. "My dear, you are not equipped to be a maid. You are an amazing marks-woman and skilled in defending the manor and the young master." He lifted her face higher to look down at her in open wanting. "You are never going to fail in anything."

"Sebastian," she breathed.

If she was going to say anymore, he cut her off swiftly, suddenly, surprising even himself, as he placed his lips firmly, possessively, over hers to still them and transmit the only way his body would let him, how much she was needed by the staff, the young master, but most importantly, by him.