[ Sirius' shoulders shake once but the laugh that falls from him isn't heard.

Sebastian speaks of all sorts of things. Of covenants, entertainment, and conversation. While chaos is unappealing to him, novelty instead takes precedence. And yet, he lingers. Lingers still, very well knowing where he will go. It’s as if the demon is only turning the pages of a book, reading the stories of those who have permitted him entry into their realm. What does he hope will happen at their end? There's a sadism to it. ]

Sirius. [ He tells him.

Sebastian will be the last to know of this name. The fairy takes a step closer to the dark, eyes shutting. He feels that the butler may lurk here for some while longer. Moments, hours, days, years. None of it is likely to matter to a being that's existed for so long.

Sirius hasn’t that sort of patience, though. ]

I’m going. If it’s purpose is to present a choice and I’ve decided, then I won’t wait.

[ He flexes his wings, splaying them behind himself and looking over his shoulder to the butler. His element repels the other still, dying light still coursing in his veins. ]

Darkness is interesting.

[ A strange sort of compliment. Sirius turns as if he’ll be going soon. ]