Sebastian knew well how particularly diplomatic he needed to be to so get through this very conversation with his lover's father. Though Matteo had brushed aside those polite standards by which court ruled by, the vampire knew well that such hardly applied to him in this situation. After all, even if he had not voiced such a thing to his lover, he truly did desire that someone within Dorian's life approved of him, at least in the slightest. Though Samantha had been a failure on his own part, he could only hope that this meeting went far better. In fact, the vampire was entirely determined to do what was necessary to ensure he did. And yet, even as he listened to the Frenchman voice his reservations, Sebastian couldn't help how...peculiar he found this entire situation. After nearly two hundred years, here he still was, feeling no more then a young socialite asking for permission to court the child of a higher social standing then he was. It was surely that reason alone that saw him offer that simple word of 'sir' when so addressing the fae, confirming that his religion was that of the Catholic faith. His lips twitched ever so slightly at that soft word of approval that left Matteo's lips and yet, he hardly suspected the conversation was over.

Rather, he listened with a growing sense of relief as Matteo finally offered him that approval he so sought for, going beyond that simple acceptance of their relationship to insist they were a good match. It was childish, perhaps, how that simple assurance could cause such a shift of emotion within the vampire's heart and yet, the feeling were there all the same. He voiced his own word of gratitude, before ever so casually mentioning the simple fact that he was well aware that Matteo was far more than simply met the eye in regards to his boyfriend. He met that arched eyebrow head on, hardly faltering in that moment that mattered, instead soldiering on with that distinct boldness to comment on the fae's often disappearances for such a great length in time. He regarded the Frenchman with a clear hint of skepticism as the man simple shrugged at him, offering that it was but due to a promise made to a woman named Isabella - one whom he could only assume was Dorian's mother. "Mmhm..." The vampire uttered softly in response, his voice holding his very doubt. He knew, in truth, it would hardly be difficult for him to coax the truth from the man's lips and yet, such a thought vanished as quickly as it had taken hold of him. No, that would ,surely ruin whatever ground he had covered. Instead, his indigo eyes fell back upon the Frenchman as Matteo insisted that they would see him again - and quite soon by the sound of it. Still, he knew better than to voice any further inquiries on the topic. After all, it seemed as if this soul was exactly where Dorian had learned his shroud of secrecy.

His head only bobbed ever so slightly before his lover himself stepped back into that parlour, carrying with him a rather heavy gift. With the large object placed upon the table, and in turn his own relatively limited assistance at unwrapping it, the vampire found himself wholly intrigued by those pages and the contents within, particularly as those pages were turned towards the later parts of the book and towards his own birth era. It was but a picture of a single woman that saw the vampire rise, his fingers delicately reaching out to brush against a black and white photo of a young woman, one whom he hadn't truly thought of in years. Her name left his lips unbidden, at least until the voice of the Italian King commented upon that very name. His own gaze lifted from those pages, a momentary look of guilt crossed the vampire's features in that moment before his fingers lightly tapped on that picture. "Marilyn was her stage name. Norma was her real name. She was...brilliant. They coined the term 'sex symbol' just for her. She died so young though. It was a shame." It was, perhaps, on purpose that Sebastian so steered the conversation away from that woman, instead speculating on how long such a book must have certainly taken the man in front of him to craft.

The Englishman's gaze shifted towards his lover but briefly as the man stated that he already had a plethora of questions, ones which, Sebastian was assured would be directed at him later in the evening. It would take them months to get through that book and yet, he hardly truly minded. Rather, it was Matteo's utterance of his true age that saw Sebastian pause, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly in surprise. He hadn't truly considered any soul living that long, the man feeling little more than a mere boy in comparison. The things Matteo must have seen. The things he must have done! And yet, any amazement he had upon the topic was interrupted by his lover's voice so requesting that the elder fae stay for dinner. There was a peculiar tone to those lyrics, one in which Sebastian had not truly heard before. It was not hard to see that Dorian enjoyed the company of Matteo, even if it was but fleeting. The observant Englishman was hardly unaware of the fashion at which Matteo's irises had changed color and yet, it would have been distinctly rude to comment on it. Rather, he merely listened as the man spoke of the vision he'd had and those places he intended to go rather than remain within those exquisite halls.

He watched that exchange between father and son before his own hand fitted firmly within Matteo's own. The vampire's wholly sensitive hearing hardly had any difficulty picking up those words muttered by the fae and yet, those three simple words in regard to himself caught Sebastian entirely off guard. Son-in-law? Him? Had Matteo seen their future or was this merely speculation? Was there a future in which he found himself remarried? In which he had married Dorian? He wasn't terribly opposed, per se, after all there was little doubt that he truly loved the man but, she had changed after he'd said those two words that had bound him to her for eternity. Sebastian didn't want to taint this. He didn't want to ruin this. And what would Italy herself think of that sort of union?! Much less the world.

He hardly had a chance to regain his composure before his hand was released and, in turn, Matteo merely evaporated from in front of him. Sebastian's own thoughts were still wholly reeling with a peculiar sense of panic, even as Dorian made some effort to reassure him that the Frenchman had liked him. In fact, it wasn't until his lover had stepped closer towards him and his fingers reached out to intertwine within his own that Sebastian found himself finally finding some sense of grounding. His lips gingerly returned that kiss he was offered, his gaze simply refocusing upon Dorian's form as the man suggested they attend the dinner festivities that had been arranged for this particular holiday. His head bobbed ever so slightly as a week simper settled across the man's features. "That...sounds nice." He commented, gesturing slightly for Dorian to lead the way. Presently, Sebastian found himself entirely unable to focus upon which of those multitude of rooms in that maze of grandeur had been that massive feasting hall, instead, his own thoughts still lingered upon what exactly Matteo had meant by the notion of 'son-in-law' and, what he intended to do with this new found knowledge.