Sebastian has seen many things in his long, long lifetime. Wise women, druids, healers, sages, alchemists, scientists. They're all the same to him: smart little humans with their little shiny viles concocting strange little potions from strange little plants. He finds their herbalistic magic very entertaining.

The demon's dark, cat-like eyes watch as you crush some lavender with a pestle, your hands moving methodically. "Insomnia?" Sebastian hums and he collects a sprig from the table, lifting it to his nose and breathing in the delicate scent. "Lavender has aromatic qualities that assist with sleep, does it not?" His lips quirk into a slight smirk as he tilts the sprig and brushes it playfully across your cheek.