A wide grin crossed the Englishman's features as he informed his companion that garlic was little more than a rather peculiar onion. Sebastian couldn't help the boyish giggle on his lips at Arlo's indignant insistence that he was most certainly not afraid of an onion. It failed to register to the inebriated Prince that he had, once again, been called a nerd. That very title he had once abhorred didn't invoke within him the same reaction now. Rather, it was Matteo that so quickly earned the vampire's attention, that pointed look from the elder fae prompted an almost eager nod from the vampire. "I was third in my class!" He insisted, holding out his hand to display that very number on his fingers. "But then Douglas got like two points higher so he was second and then before him there was Martin but he like had no friends and was really really a nerd and just stayed in the library all the time. We couldn't even get him out to go to parties and stuff, William and I tried! He just got all nervous and blubbery and just stayed there to study...maybe if I'd done that too then I'd have been first but....but then I went to college and George was first at King's but then I told him that I was going to beat him and I did but that was probably because William wasn't there to be distracting and John was like...over there...." He gestured to the corner of the room, attempting to indicate where his own sibling's college was in location to his own and yet, any further words he might have imparted on the pair about his school days were abruptly cut off by Arlo's sudden inquiry as to what the object was he held in his hands.

Sebastian's own gaze slowly turned towards the particular gadget within Arlo's grasp. He was ill-prepared for Matteo's admittance that it was a muzzle for their kind. That look of horror upon his own features surely matching the paling of his companion's flushed skin. He was, admittedly, certainly not in the right mindset when Matteo once again appeared at his side with that box of blood vials within his hand. Sebastian's thoughts lingered heavily upon that muzzle and whether or not his father-in-law so intended to use the device upon the vampires present, much less Sebastian's own dog! They were good! All of them! They didn't deserve this! It was almost a welcoming distraction, that scent of blood that so abruptly permeated the air and equally as immediately grasped the vampire's attention. His hand reached out for those vials filled with the very substance he craved, only to have them pulled away from his grasp with the insistence that his venom was required if he wished such a delicious taste on his tongue. His lips parted with the clear intent to give Matteo what he desired only to pause with abrupt and sudden defeat. He had no venom to give! There was nothing to bite! No flesh to lust for! Well, not with those vials anyways.

His very announcement that venom was not working only seemed to prompt a sigh upon Matteo's lips, as if he fully expected that result and was still disappointed in it all the same. He was entirely caught off guard by Matteo's secondary efforts to coax that venom from him. The mere presence of those pliers caused his eyes to widen in fear of the Frenchman, the vampire clearly of the belief that Matteo would certainly follow through with that threat. The very clicking of that metal caused his hands to clasp over his mouth as he all but scooted to the opposite end of the sofa, hardly allowing his gaze to leave the Frenchman for fear of what might happen the moment his eyes left the man. His thoughts, however, were altogether filled with those overwhelming concerns of his teeth taken, Dorian leaving him, or the Italian sending his father after him as a result of biting too many times - or too hard! He tried to be gentle! He tried to make sure it didn't hurt too much for too long before his venom made it all better! He tried! His gaze shifted back and forth almost frantically between Arlo and Matteo as the pair's laughter filled the living room. At that moment, his concern was so steadfast that Sebastian hardly realized that they were laughing at him, much less that he was being teased!

Admittedly, Sebastian hardly believed the Frenchman, even despite his assurance that he had no intention of robbing him of his fangs, at least, tonight. His worry only seemed to increase as he watched Matteo turn towards Arlo, inquiring after his closest friend's strength with the clear intention to hold him down. His own friend was now turning against him! His gaze darted back towards Matteo as his father-in-law reached for his own sleeve, pulling it up to reveal the delicate skin of his wrist. That compliment he was offered, even despite Sebastian's clear confusion prompted a warm simper on his lips. Even so, that bafflement only continued at that permission he was suddenly given to bite the Frenchman. The very soul he had lusted over, daydreamed on and was certain he would never be afforded this chance. His slender fingers slowly reached out for Matteo's wrist, his hands cold in comparison to the warmth of the fae's skin. Tentatively, he brought Matteo's wrist to his mouth, his tongue gingerly brushed against his father-in-law's flesh and yet, for the moment, his teeth failed to sink into his skin. Instead, his navy gaze watched the fae almost wearily, as if he still expected the man to pull away from him.

Sebastian was well aware of how delicious Matteo smelled, the very scent so seemed suffocating with how close Matteo's wrist was to his mouth. The fae had a keen fashion of tempting every facet of the man and yet - even in spite of such, Sebastian was peculiarly deliberate in every action he did. After all, Dorian would surely be upset with him if he slipped when his husband had only just begun to foster some relationship with his own father. Not to mention those deep-seeded desires within the Englishman to please his father-in-law, the incubus within him ready to rise to the occasion to fulfill those desires in the only way it knew how. His fingers abruptly released Matteo's wrist, that small frown upon the fae's features was ignored as readily as those French-accented words as the vampire reached upwards, his hand settled upon the sensitive flesh of Matteo's neck. He leaned forward, that very action putting him the closest to the fae that he'd ever been and yet, he wasted no time in his mouth parting, all four of his fangs plunged into Matteo's neck. Sebastian was well aware of that soft gasp of pain, his own venom all together at the ready to fill the fae's bloodstream with as much of that pleasure inducing substance as he could in that short amount of time he knew he would be given.

Sebastian could feel Matteo's frame relaxing under his touch, his neck no longer pushing away into his hand so much as leaning into the vampire's bite in a way so many did when that venom hit their bloodstream. A small hint of satisfaction fille the vampire and yet, it was that sound he was after, one he was certain he was more than capable of forcing from the Frenchman's lips. It was that very groan of pleasure he was rewarded with but moments later, coaxing a small simper upon the vampire's features all over again. How he adored that very sound - and how many more Sebastian knew he could coax from his father-in-law! The incubus was intently aware of Matteo's touch against the chiseled plains of his abdomen. That very brush of warmth so easily coaxed to life that desire that had begun to fill him - it would be so easy to take the fae for his own. His affinities were slowly coaxed to the surface, ready to fulfill his desires with an overwhelming intensity. It was a desire he knew was taboo. God, Dorian would hate him for this...his tongue delicately licked at those wounds, relishing in that taste he was given. How bloody delicious Matteo was!

Those nearly whispered words upon his lips prompted the Frenchman's silver eyes to flutter open. That impish smile upon Matteo's features seemed almost lazy in comparison to that all-knowing grin he was so often given. His head tilted to the side at those French words, his thoughts taking perhaps a moment longer than usual to translate them. "Si ce n'était pas pour Dorian, ne pensez pas que je ne vous emmènerais pas ce soir." (If it were not for Dorian, do not think I would not take you tonight.) He admitted, those French lyrics equally as sluggish upon his lips before the vampire quite suddenly pulled away, those thoughts fleeting as everything else was as he shouted at Arlo for that vial he was supposed to fill. A rueful grin crossed his features at Arlo's insistence that all he had witnessed could have been hot, given some changes - changes that were equally within Sebastian's capabilities to give. If only they knew all the incubus was able to provide! He hardly had to wait long, however, before that empty vial was handed to him, the vampire, with some effort, placing that very vial up to his more favored fang. His dark navy eyes shifted back towards Matteo at the fae's request, "With you around...I got lotttsss." Sebastian uttered that boyish laughter once again on his lips, that change in his demeanor altogether swift as he returned to that blissfulness.

It took a bit longer then Sebastian had anticipated for that vial to fill and yet, soon enough, he was allowed to flop back upon the sofa with the vial full. His navy eyes turned towards the ceiling with a yawn on his lips, the lack of blood in his system so clearly taking a toll on the vampire. He was soooo hunggrryyyy. Sebastian was wholly inattentive to the pair as Arlo was once again tasked with caring for the vampire in that drugged haze, at least, until Dorian's name was once again mentioned. How wonderful it was, to dwell upon the very thoughts of his handsome husband. Yes, Matteo might have been particularly attractive but Dorian was his and how he so wanted the warm body of his lover.