Guillame needed to be rid of the girl's scent as well, not that he could smell anything foul anymore but he knew his Council members would smell it on him even before he got close to them. The Vampire flitted to and fro until he was bone weary and literally shaking from the effort. He needed to get back inside, lest he want to face certain death by running into some unsavory guests. Guillame walked back inside his castle, red in the cheeks from flitting so much. His eyes didn't want to stay open as he trudged up the stairs to his bed chambers, Sebastian sensed his master's weary disposition and flew on his own accord to his perch in Guillame's room. No one questioned him as he walked to his bedroom, they knew he was tired from the looks of it and left him well alone. The Lord dropped onto his bed, clothes still on and everything. Leto. The Beautiful Werewolf girl's face haunted the corners of his thoughts, forcing him to think of her. Not that he opposed of it. Guillame allowed himself a smile before he pulled himself back up, muscles weary and protesting his every movement. He shed his clothes off of his body and found a pair of plain trousers to pull on. That was all, Guillame lay back in bed and stared up at the ceiling, wondering what Leto thought of him. Did she think of him as a con-artist? Someone....worthwhile? The questions were driving him mad and he wanted to know so badly. It took all his resolve to not flit over to wherever she lived and ask her himself. Instead, he thought of her long, black hair. What would it feel like between his fingers? Would her skin be just as soft as the down of a duckling? Then her eyes...oh her luminescent eyes that made him nearly shiver with delight, he could stare into her bright yellow eyes for hours on end. Guillame sighed and closed his eyes, weary from the night's events. It was true that Vampires were nocturnal but he was exhausted.
"Leto...." Guillame whispered, dozing off with a smile upon his lips. His dreams were occupied by one thing...Leto. What if....what if he kissed her? As if Sebastian could see his master's dreams, he screeched in protest to the dream but Guillame didn't wake. He wouldn't wake...not until his most pleasant dream ran its entire course.