The usually well-mannered vampire was oblivious to the pointed look his father-in-law provided the only true companion he had in the entirety of the city. Free of the venom within his veins, the very glance would have produced an immediate reaction from him in turn, one quite like the flinch that afflicted Arlo. Now, however, he was far too lost within the haze of his own intoxication to fret over Matteo's glimpses of disapproval. Rather, it was Arlo's comment of suing his Father-In-Law that prompted an immediate announcement from the vampire, his usual quiet demeanor all by lost in that ease he found without those tightly wound mannerisms. A ready grin spread across his features at the Frenchman's declaration that he had won, as if this was somehow a great compliment that had finally been afforded to him. His head bobbed quite firmly, the Prince clearly agreeing that his legal knowledge was far too great to rival on this particular case. How pleased would Dorian be to learn he had stopped Matteo from engaging in such risky behavior in the first place?! That snort of laughter from Arlo hardly dissuaded the vampire from his perceived victory. Quite on the contrary, he merely turned that gleeful grin to Arlo, as if to ensure he too knew of Sebastian's success.

He was, admittedly, equally as inattentive to the fashion in which the pair of men's conversation had shifted to him. His own focus was far more steadfast upon that container still positioned on his finger. He mumbled softly to the glass vial as if it was capable of understanding him in those hushed tones. His distraction, however, hardly lasted long before Matteo appeared at his side, stealing his makeshift hat from those long, pale fingers. The simple action caused a small pout on his features and yet, his scotch blue eyes turned upwards to the handsome face that looked down at him. Matteo's seemingly innocent inquiry caused his eyebrows to furrow in thought, the vampire momentarily torn between those options before the very realization that it was hardly those options that were his favorite. That singular word, it seemed was the very thing he so latched onto. His husband's name fell sweetly from his lips, those very syllables almost tender, his very love for the King so utterly undeniable. "The very very best." The vampire responded in agreement with Matteo, his tone almost wistful before his thoughts shifted so abruptly back to those two options he was given. It was after a few moments longer before Sebastian announced his preference for were's if only for the very warmth their skin offered when so engaged in those intimate affairs.

His inquiry of how many of those creatures Matteo had slept with prompted a response from the Frenchman that hardly surprised him. His own head nodded quite readily, after all, Sebastian himself had long since lost count of the number of souls that had fluttered through his own bed. A few hundred of a singular species was equally as possible for the incubus himself. "Then you....you understand they're so....so....snuggly." He continued, unperturbed by the number and vastly more interested in that warmth they gave him. Speaking of warmth, he was rather cold. Like...colder than normal. Was that possible? Did he feel the varying degrees of death anymore? Maybe it was just because he wanted to be warm...his near ebony gaze turned back towards Matteo, eying the man in an almost intense fashion. Sebastian bet Matteo was warm. In fact, he could almost feel the heat that radiated off of his body even from that small distance between them. It wouldn't be hard to just...nudge himself a little bit...closer...would it? He repositioned ever so slightly whilst Matteo was far too invested within that conversation with Arlo - one Sebastian was certainly not listening to as he edged himself closer towards that edge of the sofa.

His efforts to seek that warmth from the French fae, however, were thwarted as the man disappeared from that very arm of the sofa he had been seated on. A soft breath of disappointment left Sebastian's lips as Matteo retrieved that ever inquisitive briefcase, only to place it on the coffee table beside him, providing both of the pair of vampires a glimpse of the inside of the case. A soft gasp left Sebastian's lips as he leaned precariously forward, eying that kit only to announce that he knew what that case was. They had been ALL the rage once! Like everyone had one. Flat lot of help most of them were against vampires, or even himself, but they had them. He could hardly help the grin upon his lips, his own amusement quite clear at those memories that lingered upon his mind as he informed Arlo of the sheer ineffectiveness of those herbs that had once filled vials and containers in an effort to ward off the 'undead'. If only they had known!! That inquiry on weather or not that garlic worked caused ready laughter from the vampire. "Pffffffffffffftttttt. Garlic!?" He inquired, as if he could hardly believe that Arlo might believe such a thing. "It's a...it's a onion Arlo. Are you scared of an onion?!?." That snicker on his lips surely gave way his own thoughts on the topic, much less how much of the plant he'd consumed in Italy alone. It was like...impossible to visit Italy without eating garlic with all their pasta!

His gaze shifted inquisitively to the peculiar contraption held within Arlo's hands. The silver looking device, apart from it's leather straps, reminded Sebastian entirely of a dog muzzle, though why such a thing would be here remained to be seen. Unless Matteo intended to muzzle their dear, precious, Maxwell! He could never let Matteo muzzle Maxwell! He was too good of a -- that thought stopped nearly as abruptly as it had started as the Frenchman's voice, the admittance it was for their kind saw his gaze widen quite in the same fashion Arlo seemed to pale. In the wake of such a horrific contraption, Sebastian was ill prepared for that box of blood he was so readily offered, the mere scent of it seemed to claw at the vampire as he eyed the vials with vague inquisitiveness, hardly concerned for how particularly fresh that blood was. Before he could reach for his choice, however, that box was held out of his immediate reach, only for his Father-In-Law to remind him of that very reason the man was here in the first place. Because Sebastian was a snake! That grin danced across his features, his lips, those fangs flashing in the light and yet, any attempts he might have made to produce that venom on command was...well...unsuccessful.

A soft sigh left his lips in defeat before Sebastian declared that it was not working. It was, he was certain, a very sad affair, a venom-less snake was just a wiggling noodle! Sebastian was, however, hardly prepared for the very extent that Matteo was willing to go for his very venom. The plucking of those pliers saw his gaze widen and yet, that teasing tone was taken entirely sincerely by the vampire as his hands clamped to his mouth, as if trying to protect that very fangs from such a horrible fate. His words were muffled as the Englishman tried to scoot further away from his Father-In-Law, altogether lost in those thoughts of what he had done to put himself in such an unfortunate situation. Surely Dorian had sent Matteo to rid him of those fangs? Had he bitten his husband too much? Or too deeply? What if Dorian wanted him without those signature teeth? Or what if Matteo had decided he'd had enough of those bite marks Sebastian left on his son? What if -- that burst of laughter between the two men prompted a glimpse of confusion upon the vampire's features. He was, entirely incapable, it seemed to make that connection that the pair were merely poking fun at him, maliciously so! The click of those pliers caused the vampire to wince and yet, there were decidedly few places he could escape to - he was already considering moving from the sofa to...well...the floor if only to escape!

Sebastian hardly believed the French Ambassador's assurance that he was safe from such a fate, if only for Dorian's sake. Particularly when Sebastian had already considered that it was for Dorian's sake that the elder fae so wished to see those sharpened canines gone! He watched with wide eyes and hands clasped over his mouth as Matteo placed those pliers back within the box they'd come from, the vampire hardly trusting what threat would come next. His gaze shifted from from Matteo to Arlo as his Father-In-Law inquired after Arlo's own strength in comparison to the vampire himself. Weather or not the vampire fully understood what Matteo had planned was another matter altogether. In fact, Sebastian could hardly help the consideration that maybe Matteo intended to have Arlo assist in the removal of his fangs! His own friend! To...to....stop...him??? Stop him from what?! From attempting to stop them from taking his fangs?? Was it really coming down to this? His navy eyes sharply shifted towards Matteo as the fae move to settle on the edge of the sofa, close to the vampire himself.

Sebastian watched as Matteo shrugged his jacket, tossing it into the nearest chair, only to unbutton his right sleeve and slowly roll it upwards to reveal the length of his arm. His gaze slowly shifted from the fae's arm to the man himself as Matteo commented upon just how long it had been since he had been bitten. Sebastian's shoulders lifted in a small shrug in some vague response, even though the vampire hadn't the slightest notion of what was transpiring before him. His navy eyes shifted downwards towards that arm that was offered towards him and yet, Sebastian hardly reached for Matteo's wrist, instead simply glancing back up at the fae at the first compliment he'd ever truly been afforded. A warm grin danced on his features, that fear for his fangs quickly forgotten as his hands fell back into his lap. It wasn't until that permission was given that Sebastian seemed to gleam some level of understanding. Tentatively, his pale hands reached forward to take Matteo's wrist within his fingers and yet, his gaze remained entirely intent upon Matteo in an almost suspicious fashion, as if he was waiting for the fae to take back his permission. He drew Matteo's wrist closer towards his mouth, letting his tongue flick across that tender flesh as if waiting to see how close Matteo would let him get, only to find himself entirely unstopped by the French fae.

A part of the vampire knew well that this was a distinct rarity. To be afforded even a taste of the fae's blood that he had lusted after for so long. The sheer idea of it was enough to produce that venom so readily and yet, Sebastian was wholly unwilling to admit such - not when he desired far more. With those inhibitions all but obliterated in the wake of Arlo's venom, with that permission Matteo had given him, and with those lustful desires so at play, the vampire's incubus nature was all too quick to rise to the surface. Those distinct lines between the Englishman and the vampire so becoming blurred as he dropped Matteo's wrist. He knew well that hesitating was not an option, the vampire's movements so peculiarly purposeful within that moment, even if he was sluggish in his actions. His hand reached up, to touch the side of Matteo's neck, the vampire leaning forward and upwards in the process. For once, there was no delicate, fleeting kisses to offer him the precision he so tended to prefer, the vampire's four fangs instead immediately plunging into his Father-In-Law's neck. His goal was near singular, in that moment, that saliva merely intent to provide a healthy dose of his own venom to the ancient fae's bloodstream. He wanted to hear those very sounds he might be capable of coaxing from the fae, that lust almost overriding his own desires for blood.

His han was wholly firm on the opposite side of Matteo's neck and yet, he hardly feasted upon that heavenly taste that so filled his mouth. After all, despite all of the tension that so often filled his relationship with the Frenchman, a distinct part of Sebastian cared for him all the same and was equally as determined to protect Matteo from himself as he was Dorian. His tongue, however, lapped at those wounds, a soft sound reverberated upon his lips as he so sought to close those holes he had made, all the while indulging in that blood afforded to him from such a gesture, little though it was. God, how he wanted the fae! "The things I could make you feel..." He uttered softly in those husky tones, altogether inquisitve as he watched the fae for several lingering moments. That near remarkable boldness within him, however, had a way of dissipating just as fast as it had come on, that shift within him almost notable as he pivoted towards Arlo. "Arlloooo I need the thinggggg." He whined, only for his lips to part to show the man his fangs and that saliva so coated with his own venom. See! He could be a good snakey snake!