"Should I come with you?"
Aria lifted her head, locking eyes with Dylan, hoping he was joking.
"You're suggesting joining me to meet Sebastine?" She inquired, her eyes widened.
"Yes," Dylan nodded.
"Are you serious?" Aria exclaimed, "What impression do you think he'll have if he sees you?" She shook her head in disappointment, "You know, being a century-old doesn't guarantee..."
"Who said he'll see me?" He queried, arms crossed. "I wanted to assist you, but it seems like you've got it under control," Saying this, he attempted to snap his fingers, but Aria grabbed his shirt, "Please, don't leave, come with me,"
Considering her options, if Dylan accompanied her, he might offer tips to handle the situation and then join her and Oprah at Edward's house.
"Will you love me if I come with you?" Dylan asked, leaning closer to her, his hands in his pocket.
Aria rolled her eyes, "I'm being serious here, Dylan,"
