It was, Dorian had decided, a truly baffling sort of thing to watch one's brother and ones father roll about in the snow in front of the Royal Plane of Italy as if they were no more than children. What on earth had provoked such a reaction within the pair he hardly knew and yet he could so hardly deny his intrigue in such a thing all the same. The Monarch once more finding himself near desperately curious off this relationship he so simply failed to understand. Matteo appearing as both parent and....schoolyard friend to Aiden all at once. Dorian quote simply never before having seen his Father act quite in that fashion. How that plethora of questions might tease at his mind! The Monarch, for now, content to store them away for later. Dorian seeking the route of practicality in that moment by summoning several towels for his likely sodden brother to make use off lest he spend the entire flight finding himself, well, damp. Just what Aiden and Matteo so spoke about within the snow that seemed to prompt at least some measure of seriousness from them he hardly knew and yet he so hardly chose to dwell on it in that moment. His silver gaze, instead, turned readily toward that doorway as Aiden so finally made his way onto that plane.
His own staff were, admittedly, perhaps slightly exuberant in bringing him those towels. Aiden appearing almost equally baffled by that sudden service and yet Dorian made no comment upon it. That touch of amusement finding his lips all the same before he gestured to that plush, luxuriant leather seat opposite his own for Aiden to make himself comfortable in. The Were all but collapsed into it only to toss his singular bag onto the seat beside in a manner more casual then Dorian suspected anything on this plane had ever been. More than one staff member seeming to find amusement in that very thing as Aiden made every effort to dry his hair before tossing that towel onto his bag. That very gesture sending Fiona running forward to grasp it. The young Fae offering Aiden that polite bow before hurrying off with that used towel in hand. Dorian wholly content to query whether or not he even wanted to know what had prompted that mock battle between his sibling and Matteo only moments earlier. That roll of Aidens eyes only further tugging that grin to his lips before the other man insisted it was hardly important. Dorian chuckling slightly once more before those plane doors began to close. The Fae King readily offering his companion that hot chocolate then, along with several other beverages if he preferred, before Aiden took that offered mug and settled back within his seat. That yawn on the other man's lips momentarily prompting that fleeting look of concern to his own.
"I should apologise for how early I made this. Sebastian and I are, well, nocturnal I suppose one would say. My Court runs to our night time schedule but I thought it might be more comfortable for you to do things in the day as your used to. I did not realise you had a dislike of early mornings until Matteo appeared in my living room this morning to inform me of it. You really should have said something when we were texting. It hardly matters now, I am sorry for rousing you from bed so early though. I shall remember for next time."
Dorian was nothing if not distinctly curterous in most things. The Monarch near loath to consider he had arranged an inappropriate time and yet too- there was little to be done for it now all the same. Dorian finding he quite looked forward to spending that time with his sibling and so getting to know the man at least a little better then he had at Thanksgiving when surrounded by their family. Although given the very schedule for the day he had been presented with earlier- so finding a moments peace might yet prove distinctly difficult in turn. Dorian commenting upon that very thing as the plane rolled down that tarmac and so began to gather speed for that take off. Aiden inquiring after the days events a moment later as Dorian so settled back within his own seat. That soft sigh of sorts falling from him then as that plane became airborne and those staff, un-needed for now, hurried from the lounge room of sorts to leave the pair in peace. Dorian appearing to relax all the more without the eyes off his staff upon them. The Fae, in that moment, appearing distinctly casual in every sense.
"If they were my plans they would involve little more than seeing those cars and then returning home. I look forward to showing you my home and the gardens- do you enjoy gardening? I adore it."
How readily that warm simper so found his features at even the mere mention of but one of those hobbies of sorts he enjoyed! Dorian wholly oblivious to the notion that his brother was, perhaps, not a truly avid gardener and that the Ark his sibling lived upon largely lacked any sort of green space at all.
"As it is though we have the cars this morning, a press conference to address Unions, the opening of a new wing in the Hospital, a tour of the new botanical gardens, lunch where we might mercifully be left alone and i'm not even sure I remember the rest of the afternoon, im certain there is some sort of charity auction and the opening of some sort of technology center that i frankly have no idea what it is or any understanding of it . My PA will tell me no less than four hundred times where we are going though."
Dorian's own head shook slightly. One hand lifting to run through his hair in a rarely seen gesture of exasperation before so realising that he had, perhaps, sounded very near ingracious in that moment. His silver gaze meeting that striking green of Aiden's own then. That soft simper finding his lips once more.
"I love my country and I love my people and truly, I do love my job, but sometimes I.....quite wish I could stay in bed for the entire day, or perhaps spend the whole morning painting or go out without an entire team of people following behind me and so telling me what to do or how to look or even what to say."
Dorian could so hardly remember the last time he had not been veritably coached on what he was and wat not allowed to say before any sort of public appearance or speech. Sebastian, ever patient, having spent a good portion off time in between those press conferences explaining why he might or might not be allowed to discuss one thing and not the other. For all he had learned of the modern world there were still those near....politically correct ideals he struggled with. Dorian content to wave his hand lightly as if to dismiss the very topic even if, he suspected, Aiden might have at least some understanding of just what he meant. He knew terribly little of those Were Packs and how they functioned and yet- Aiden was still a leader with those whom so surely looked up to him for guidance in turn. Even when he would rather have stayed in bed. That hot chocolate was lifted once more to his lips, that sweet taste nothing short of decidedly glorious. A ready grin so returned to his lips. Dorian nothing if not a decidedly optimistic sort of being.
"The rest of the week though, I hope, will be mostly free. You shall have to tell me what sort of things you enjoy doing. I asked Matteo, but he sent me back the most curious message all made up of nonsense letters and numbers. I suspect it is some sort of joke I don't understand. Perhaps you might- here."
Dorian so easily reached into this pocket then to pluck that golden mobile from within. His fingers taped easily at that screen then before bringing up that last text message from their Father and handing the phone to Aiden. Care Instructions For Aiden: He likes Xbox360 or PS4. He won't tell you what else he likes. He might if he reads this, just to prove me wrong. If he's not actively telling you he hates it though, he probably likes it or does not care enough to hate it. If he's more grumpy then usual. Feed him. He likes sugar or anything with cheese. Don't let him get cold. If he gets cold he will malfunction. Plan nothing before at least nine am, preferably ten.
"What is an X B O X three hundred and sixty? Frankly it sounds like some sort of.....position one takes up with a woman."
That ready huff left Dorian's lips then. The Monarch distinctly assured this was some sort of joke being played upon him. His arms so folding across his chest then in a veritable pout so exactly like his father and bothers own.....
"It's some sort of joke isn't it? He does that to me often. He seems to take great amusement in watching me fail to understand. I'm also distinctly sure he may have done something to Sebastian. He hasn't mentioned that to you has he?"