i used to rule the world
seas would rise when i gave the word
An audible snort left the Dark Hunter's nose at the vampire's insistence that he was the 'bite master', the undead man all but swaying upon his legs before near collapsing against the brick facade of the Tavern. His eyebrow rose ever so slightly at the undead fellow's use of that singular word and yet, Matteo was all too quick to cut him off from that barb that surely was upon the very tip of his tongue. A grin toyed with the very corners of his features and yet, still, Alexander feigned innocence. That jest, however, was hardly considered long with the very mention of Sebastian's venom and the very effects it apparently had upon the vampire's victims. Near effortlessly, the Monarch made that very connection between the Englishman's particular brand of poison and Matteo's own insistence to visit that French girl he had taken a liking to, for a short period of time. That sheepish look upon Matteo's features, however, hardly lessened the distinctly unimpressed one upon his own. He had, after all, explicitly warned the fae against allowing either
of those vampires from letting their fangs so mark him. The fae's blood, after all, was distinctly potent. Over the years, Alexander had witnessed more than one vampire lose control of that feigned composure just over the very scent
of it. Before a single lectured word could leave his lips, however, Matteo so keenly changed that very topic to something he knew would quickly ensnare far more of Alexander's attention - Giselle's sister.
He remembered the platinum blonde woman from the photo Matteo had shown him, once upon a time, with her entrancing bright blue eyes and that delicate sweetheart face. For a moment, Alexander paused in consideration before simply suggesting it was a conversation best left for after
they had finished their affairs with their present company. Matteo's insistence the AmÃ©lie would enjoy
his companionship, however, caused his eyebrow to arch ever so slightly and briefly, he couldn't help but to wonder if the fae had so mentioned the suggestion to the pair before or if this would be a surprise upon their parts as well. He said little of those thoughts, however, his own head simply bobbed ever so slightly in agreement to think
on it. The last thing he anticipated, however, was Damon's own interruption into that conversation. Frankly, he was quite certain he could think of far better uses for twins than the man's insistence that they were for spanking
and yet, this was hardly the place to discuss the semantics of all that could
be done, particularly when the vampire was already half out of his mind as it was. For now, Alexander merely left those attempts at conversation with the Frenchman himself, that topic of twins easily brushed off in favor of the vampire's own fiance. She was, apparently the greatest beauty in all the world - a fact that Alexander largely suspected to be false and yet, beyond that sound of derision, he merely allowed Matteo to congratulate the man for that impending commitment.
There was little doubt, within that moment, of the sheer potency of that venom, much less just how lost Damon was beneath it's sway. His attempts to so utilize that figure of speech seemed to confuse the vampire entirely, his voice trailing off and yet that thought process was one he hardly seemed to grip onto for long. Alexander's gaze briefly met the striking silver hued irises of his companion before the Dark Hunter gestured forward ever so slightly. It was clear the vampire was hardly much of a threat presently and yet, he had every inclination to linger protectively close to the fae all the same. He watched as Damon leaned closer towards the fae, that smile on his lips only serving to cause his own figure to tense and yet, his readiness was clearly unnecessary as the vampire so announced that Matteo was entirely attractive
- a declaration that, really, Alexander should have expected. The Frenchman, after all, had always had a tendency to attract attention for his handsomeness in ways the Macedonian King had not. It hardly perturbed him, however, that Damon was hardly interested within himself, nor the vampire's belief of his incapability to produce 'sexy' children. His lips pressed together in a hard line, the Dark Hunter unable to stop that roll of his blue-green irises as both vampire and fae so fell into laughter of the whole affair, and likely at his own expense.
It was only Matteo's efforts to assure the vampire of Alexander's own daughters over the years, however, that prompted a scoff to his lips. "You can keep this one for yourself." He informed the fae, entirely willing to leave the pair of men to their own devices, not that he anticipated Matteo might find any sudden desire to change his steadfast sexual preferences for Damon alone. Thankfully, however, Damon was easily distracted from the prospect of sex and children by a party
he was so insistent upon hosting - one in which they had received an invitation to attend. It was Matteo's sudden attempt to provide him with that fake name, however, that prompted a near deadpan glare from the Hunter. He hardly believed that faux innocence from the man as Damon so burst out into laughter, the man near gripping his stomach if only from the pain of those chuckles. Dear God, he was going to get Matteo back for this - somehow
. "Yes, it's no wonder." He commented dryly in retort to Damon only to Christian the Frenchman with a name equally as...unattractive. His eyebrow rose challengingly as Matteo so mouthed that name back to him - only for Damon to too disagree that it was ill-suited for the fae. The idea that Calvin
was somehow better suited, however, only caused Alexander to shake his head as Matteo so provided him with a near stern look. "Oh Jesus Christ, be underwear for all I fucking care and get on with it." The Dark Hunter huffed in a clearly exasperated manner.
That grumble still existed upon his lips as he moved to sit beside the Frenchman, hardly believing Damon capable of that same predatory ruthlessness the vampire had once held. Admittedly, the sheer strength of that combined venom was....impressive, Alexander content to simply watch as Damon hit his head upon the brick wall behind him in an effort to properly express the delight this party apparently was - from the women to the drinks that would surely be flowing. It was a stark contrast to the cold, empty alleyway they presently say within. He hardly saw any reason to point out the reality of their situation just yet, however, tonight's goal all about testing that very venom and yet, whether or not Damon could see through that haze in his mind to be reasoned with was a quandary he had considered. For now, however, Alexander let Damon focus upon those very questions the Frenchman provided, his own blue-green gaze turning towards the watch upon his wrist. "How long do you think it's been since you dosed him? Five minutes?" He inquired, clearly considering that other factor that he too felt they should know - just how long the vampire would remain under the sway of that venom and its debilitating effects.