It was quite clear, at that moment, that languages were not Arlo's specialty. He seemed to struggle with those two simple words as if his tongue could not quite wrap in such a fashion. That declaration that such a term of endearment was more akin to pasta, however, caused those vibrant blue eyes to roll as he shook his head. "It's not a pasta." Sebastian protested with a soft huff, displeased, to some degree, that his adoration for his husband had somehow turned into an Italian food. Even if it was fitting....considering Dorian was Italian, and, he supposed so was he now. Even Arlo, however, seemed to be dwelling further on that phrase, at least until his head shook. He hardly expected that the thought that might have lingered upon his companion's mind might be his own likeness to that ivory mare. He hadn't realized that her longing stare was mirrored upon his own features. Sebastian could hardly help it. After that month of allowing himself to be entirely involved with his husband, to have that moment without him was....peculiar. The mention of it, however, prompted another roll of his eyes before Sebastian reached out to shove the fellow vampire.

He could hardly help that look of smug amusement upon his features as Arlo went tumbling back over the fence. Knowing the man's suspicious nature of those horses, he could hardly help calling out towards his own mare, even though he had anticipated she might ignore him all the same. It was worth it for that look on Arlo's face as he scrambled to right himself with supernatural speed. That rich laughter fell from his lips as Arlo scurried under that fence and back to the perceived safety of Sebastian's side, even though Stella had hardly moved from her position in the slightest. "Oh she, totally got you, mate." The Englishman retorted, his British accent dripping in that clear skepticism. Sebastian watched as Arlo hauled himself back onto that fence, only to brush the dirt and sand and dust from his jeans, only to grip the top of the fence with a renewed tightness to his fists. For a moment, he contemplated pointing out to the man that Stella was more than capable of 'getting him' on the fence and yet, that wary look he was given prompted little more than a shake of his head. Maybe another night.

He hardly protested as Arlo let that conversation drift away from the horse and Dorian, only to comment on his success in the retrieval of those documents he had asked after. In a way, he was almost surprised Arlo had managed to find them. After all, songs, he knew, were often sketched out initially on any paper object nearby, whether or it was a notebook, newspaper, or a napkin. Arlo had alluded, briefly that returning home to find what he was looking for was hardly going to be an easy feat and yet, apparently, he had survived it all the same. Before the elder vampire could inquire after it, however, Arlo was already skipping past that business to inquire over his own decidedly prolonged honeymoon. He skirted over the details of those countries they had visited, places he had promised to show Dorian, much less, surprises the fae King had provided in return. He hardly realized exactly what he had admitted to with the mention of the beach on the Galapagos island, his own words faltered at Arlo's probing inquiry. Although Sebastian doubted his friend would make any attempt on Dorian for his power, there was no assurance Arlo might not mistakenly mention it to another vampire who was hardly as trustworthy. That secret was one he had every intention of safeguarding. The Prince was all too quick to provide an excuse for that vacation, claiming his love of the sound of the ocean.

Thankfully, Arlo hardly seemed to dwell on it, propelled largely by the vampire's mention of another hound on the estate. That gift had been wholly unexpected and yet, that cute, wiggling puppy had been as hard to deny as Maxwell had initially been. Those happy-go-lucky animals were clearly a weakness of his. It was only after his assurance to introduce Arlo to the new dog later that Sebastian inquired after Arlo's own girlfriend. The single utterance of her name seemed to prompt that wide grin to Arlo's features. As if he was the only one whipped by his significant other. He listened to Arlo's recounting of his less than pleasant trip back home, even if the man brushed over most of those finer details. The simple avoidance of the topic told Sebastian all he needed to know about his relationship with his family. Sebastian's loss of his own all those years ago had near forced the vampire to re-think his definition of 'family', if only because, before Dorian, he had been left utterly alone. That word of advice was particularly profound for the usually carefree vampire, prompting a sideways glance from his companion.

A small shrug crossed his shoulders at that playful inquiry. "When you grow up in my era, you get a little philosophical," Sebastian commented with a bit more truth then perhaps necessary. He had hardly expected that such a concept of having a family within Abigail might prompt such further introspection upon the girl. Arlo's words softened at that admittance of his veritable obsession over the young girl, that aggressive territorial nature apparently rearing its head in ways that caught the youthful vampire off guard. He was so....cautious and uncertain of himself that Sebastian could hardly help that laughter that poor from his lips. He seemed so concerned that this was...atypical without any notion of the very nature of the predators they were. That scowl upon Arlo's feature's hardly helped Sebastian's own amusement and yet, the Englishman was all too quick to reassure his companion of those tendencies - particularly when they found 'the one'. The very mention of 'the one' seemed to prompt an immediate reaction from the Crusnik, the worry within his voice quite clear. Maybe....it was not yet time to inform Arlo of what he knew of the man's fate with that were-girl he had only just finally begun to date. No, it was too soon for that. "The one you choose to commit yourself to." The vampire responded, easily explaining those words without fully revealing the truth behind them.

He could already tell Arlo's thoughts were lingering upon that whole notion that, perhaps Abigail was....the one. His features seemed to hold this panicked look to them at the whole notion that, maybe, the girl was his soul mate. God, had he looked that concerned upon the realization of his desire to officially have Dorian as his own for all eternity? That small glimpse of amusement crossed his lips and yet, Sebastian saw no reason to interrupt those wild thoughts. Rather, his own bright blue eyes turned back towards the treeline, simply waiting for Arlo to come to terms with this idea. He hardly had to wait long, fortunately, before Arlo simply shook his head, only to announce that Sebastian was forbidden from mentioning anything to Abigail. "I wouldn't dream of it." He assured the man. Truly, he had every intention of keeping this information to himself, after all, it was the least he owed Arlo after the man had assisted in his own engagement to Dorian. It was the very idea of his husband that prompted Sebastian to share his own story of that territorial aggressiveness, one that seemed to prompt laughter from his companion.

A small shrug crossed his shoulders at that mention of how....undignified that hissing was. Arlo had no idea, truly, of how....unseemly Sebastian was capable of being. Not all of his life held the same air and graces as it did now. It was, however, the inquiry of whether or not Dorian knew that prompted a small pause within the Englishman. "Yes, I am sure he knows. I'm not exactly....secretive about it." He concluded after a moment, simply nodding before continuing, "I don't think he minds but, I've never asked either. Relationships were....different in our time than modern times. We are..a bit more traditional in that sense in our expectations of one another. Of course, it might also not help terribly much with how new your relationship is either. It's still so fresh and new that you few anyone who even looks at her as a threat. Eventually, I imagine that want they have for her won't prompt as much of a desire to murder them when you realize that she does not share that desire in return for them." His head tilted to the side in a glimpse of inquisitiveness as he considered it. After all, Sebastian was rather...assured in his relationship with Dorian whereas Arlo and Abigail were still feeling themselves out. Even he couldn't deny that, in the beginning, he had been far more aware of the attention Dorian had garnered. Everything was so...new. Arlo was new to being a vampire. Arlo and Abigail were new to one another.

He watched as Arlo shifted on the fence, clearly considering all that Sebastian had explained in those moments. That sudden shift back to the papers, caused his eyebrow to raise as Sebastian shifted away from that fence he had been leaning on. "All right." He commented, entirely willing to glance over them. He hadn't expected that sudden announcement that Abigail and Arlo had taken to discussing Dorian and himself in those hours they had driven back from their little vacation. That glimpse of curiosity crossed his features as his head bobbed at the mention of Abigail's interest in biology. That mention of Sebastian being atypical, however, caused his eyebrows to furrow. "What?" He inquired shaking his head ever so slightly. "What are you talking about?" How was he, in any way, not a normal vampire? He drank blood in the same way they did, he was unable to touch silver like them, the sun still harmed him like them. Frankly, he failed to see any difference at all, really. This theory should be good.