Seb followed Nika's gaze toward the sun as it slowly pushed above the horizon. His green eyes squinted slightly and he was forced to put an arm up and shield his hues from the rising ball of gas in the sky. As if on cue, a few cars stopped in front of the police station on the street. From them emerged a few uniformed men and then some other unknown people, probably some vacationers or citizens...they were all the same to him. The only ones he cared to remember in this town were the werewolves, vampires, and his own Hunters.
His gaze returned to Nika's as she turned back to face him, pursuing her lips and...purring? Well, he'd certainly experienced weirder phenomena before. When you'd seen men turn to wolves before your eyes, a few semi-unnatural sounds of pleasure just didn't have the same surprising factor. He could feel her eyes scanning his sharp facial features and looked her straight in the eye, his gaze unwavering.
"Wouldn't dream of it angel cake. Does that mean you are coming over to my place tonight?" she cooed, arching a thin eyebrow in a suggestive manner whilst pressing one shoulder against the brick of the police station. He sighed quietly, wishing she would just drop the matter all together. Her sexual advances made him a bit...uncomfortable in a way that worried him slightly. He'd never felt this uncomfortable before and he detested it. It's for the gun...it's for the gun, he thought, attempting to convince him the pros were outweighing the cons. Of course, he would have to give some to gain some. He crouched down to pick up his coffee cup and stood up again, brushing the bottom off with a sweep of his hand.
"Yeah, I guess it does," he replied, his voice void of emotion. "...I won't be able to stay for long though. I've got other...things to do." Hoping she wouldn't be able to detect the lies, he cleared his throat quickly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to attend to." With a final glance at her, Sebastian turned and walked to the door, which he pulled out quickly before slipping inside. Despite the hour, the station was already teeming with other people, either waiting in chairs or talking with others. Bellingstone's police headquarters was small with a front room, four temporary holding cells, and a few legal buildings attached on. There were a few interrogation rooms here and there but Bellingstone didn't even have its own coroner or any sort of analyst, really. The crime rate was low enough that there was no real need for though occupations. In fact, the police squad consisted of only four others: two middle aged men, a cocky younger male, and one female. It was one of the middle aged men whom Sebastian first addressed.
"How are things going...?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the amount of people inside of the front room. The man, a bit out of shape yet still ruddy faced and young in appearance, looked up and smiled quickly at Seb who didn't return the smile.
"They're going good...the others have things covered." His reply was quick as he looked about the room again. "You're heading out to watch the highway, right?" Sebastian cursed mentally and then feigned a smile. He'd hoped the man would forget about the highway duty for one Sunday. Even as the appointed sheriff, Seb couldn't stand patrolling the highway each and every week.
"Yeah, I'm heading out there now," he replied, turning to leave and get back into his truck. Slamming the door behind him, he settled into the faux leather seating and pulled the seat belt across his torso. He needed to kill some time...what would work? Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, he thought for a few moments. Suddenly, he grabbed his old phone- which was quite dated as compared to most phones- and typed up a quick text to his deputy, Alarick. "Gotta kill some time. Where are you?" With that typed, he sent the message and leaned back against his seat to wait for a response.