It was a rare thing, in every sense, for Dorian to so consider the depth of the relationship between his Father and Godfather. The Fae King, more often than not, hardly choosing to question the majority of what either man did if only for the notion that he was, more likely than not, destined not to understand it. Matteo and Alexander both inclined to be terribly baffling people at the best of times and yet, in turn, Dorian had so eternally possessed a simple astuteness for those very relationships. The Monarch inclined to miss little about those around him even when they so desired to hide it. Matteo and Alexander, he had decided, needed one another. After all, they were each other's last true, living, breathing connection to the past. The last being each other had to share those memories of what had been and the way the world once was. They were, in some sense, each others connection to who they were and that seemed a terribly important so of thing. Dorian wholly inclined to offer that consideration out loud. Aiden in turn offering a different sort of observation and yet one the Italian suspected to be equally as true. Matteo and Alexander needed that ridiculousness, on occasion, if only for all they had surely been through together.
"I very much suspect your right."
It was the very shift of that conversation towards art that so seemed to delight the Fae. Art, after all, was by far one of his most favoured endeavours and indeed a topic Dorian was assured he might speak off all day! That Aiden lacked such a hobby, of any kind, was nothing short of startling. Surely his sibling must have...something he did in his free time? Perhaps Matteo had been right. Perhaps Aiden really did enjoy....sleeping when he was not otherwise occupied. What a terribly obscure sort of hobby and yet, Dorian had long since come to the decision that in his own way, Aiden was a rather obscure sort of person. The Monarch distinctly assured that, in all his life, he had never met anyone quite like his brother. The hispanic man's entire....demeanor so distinctly unique from anyone Dorian had ever known. How very curious it made him off his sibling and yet, for now at least, the Fae was content to simply observe. The easy creation of that flower so readily seemed to prompt Aiden's curiosity for the practicalities of his power. Dorian never before having considered drawing something so functional as a vehicle and yet, surely, that car would work. He had drawn a coat, once, within the depths of Sommia- that article of clothing having proven functional and warm all at once. By that notion alone the car surely would, in the least, drive.
His very insistence that he had never drawn a car if only for there lack of prettiness seemed to prompt a displeasure of sorts to his brothers features. One the Were moved to conceal and yet not before Dorian had so managed to observe it. Aiden so seemingly content to dismiss the notion of drawn cars altogether and yet how readily Dorian's own mind had been captivated! To know whether or not something could be done the very sort of thing that so engaged the Fae entirely. Dorian nothing if not curious of the world around him to level near....obsessive, when so allowed to be. His very query on whether or not Aiden might be willing to drive any car he drew seeming to prompt a contemplative stare from Aiden in turn. Dorian wholly oblivious in that moment to the notion his own curiosity and indeed, veritable tenacity, had baffle his sibling. Aiden at last nodding as that simper upon Dorian's own lips brightened all the more. Tonight, he would see to that very creation. So provided of course it did not have to be black. Dorian equally assured he was tired of black cars.
The Fae King was, this time, given little chance to consider that grunt he was given in response to his mention of colours. The pair veritably accosted by the arrival of one of his own servants. That conversation so carried out in Italian. The manner of just what to call Aiden so seemingly having baffled his staff entirely. Dorian was wholly quick to revert that conversation to English. His staff equally capable of that preferred language, Dorian determined his brother not feel left out of such topics when they concerned him directly and yet- Aiden appeared nothing short of utterly baffled by the notion of titles. Ah, Matteo. In the very least it was near pleasing to see that he was not the only one their Father kept secrets from. Dorian so eased himself back into his chair then with a veritable sigh before attempting to explain those titles and formalities in a way to best help Aiden understand- only for his sibling to insist he didn't care. In all his life Dorian was assured he had never met another who didn't care what his title was. Indeed, much of his life had been spent surrounded by the sheer importance of those titles and their gain that such a declaration as that was nothing short of near heresy in a fashion. His very world, once, hd revolved around titles. To an extent it so surely still did. Yet.....Aiden simply did not care. How utterly and gloriously baffling. Dorian's head simply shaking in disbelief and yet that simper found his lips all the same.
"I have never met anyone like you."
That such words were offered in a complimentary fashion was surely clear. Dorian insisting he would see to those titles on Aiden's behalf if he had no strong opinions on the manner. The Fae King keen to return that conversation to something they might both surely enjoy. Those motorbikes. It was a simple task to retrieve that sketch pad from his bag, Dorian offering that tale of how he had come to see those very bikes he had drawn before handing it toward his sibling to review. How he adored those machines. A modern sort of horse. The very sort his other siblings would have craved and envied all at once. How terribly...petty of him to allow such feelings to persist. After all, he had surely gained everything any of his brothers had ever desired and yet even after all that time he had not forgotten the torment of their attentions upon him, of so being the last of his brothers to be offered anything from Ferdinand- if he was given anything at all. To have something he knew they would have coveted beyond all was somehow...satisfying to him. That softly uttered praise from Aiden however so positively saw the Monarch beam. Dorian once more obvious to the notion that his own innocence, to an extent, seemed to prompt that measure of protectiveness in Aiden in turn. Dorian nothing short of delighted in that moment to achieve the approval of at least one of his siblings. A feat that had, until now, largely been unobtainable for the better part of six centuries.
"Thank you. I could draw them all day. I enjoy drawing their engines too, there are some pictures of those at the back. I adore to know how things work. The world changed so much without my being a part of it that I so constantly feel left behind. Learning to understand how things work appeals to me. It makes me feel less....forgotten by the world I suppose."
Dorian frowned but slightly at that very consideration before Aiden so promptly suggested that a 'wrap' of some kind surely existed for his favoured bike and that it was nothing if not entirely possible that he might have a golden bike. Dorian's eyes widening at that declaration. His silver gaze meeting Aiden's own.
That very exclamation left his lips near breathlessly. The utter awe and sheer pleasure Dorian took from this idea no doubt abundantly clear. Gold, after all, was by far his favoured colour. Indeed Dorian was assured it was the grandest of all colours. Yet....neither Matteo nor Sebastian would ever permit him to ride on that bike. Such gold was surely wasted for something that was destined to be little more than decoration. Aiden's gentle insistence that such a bike would have made his brothers jealous all the same so readily returned that warm grin to Dorian's own features. That he could surely keep it in his 'big ass hall' prompted that soft chuckle to his lips.
"I think I would like that. No one would have to know I cannot ride it and surely Sebastian and Matteo would not forbid me from sitting on it in the very least, would they? Although it's still not quite the same as riding it for real. One would think that when one is King they can do whatever they like and yet I have the highest title in the world and i am still being told what to do."
That soft chuckle left his lips once more, Dorian's head shaking softly at the utter foolishness of it all before he leaned back within his seat once more to offer Aiden that breakfast before they landed. His sibling seeming keen enough to take up that offer. Dorian's hand lifted idly then, that simple wave giving way to his intentions as those staff so hurried to obey that wordless command. That breakfast appeared within a matter of moments. Those trays of bacon and eggs and sausage and pancakes laid out on that table before them in a veritable miniature buffet of sorts, several more staff members appearing to inquire after what each of them might like to drink before hurrying to fulfil those orders. A young woman stepped forward then with that linen napkin within her hands to stand beside Aiden, Dorian unable to prevent that chuckle at his siblings baffled look once more, Aidens effort to reach for that napkin seeing the woman move it away.
"She wants to put it on your lap, Aiden. Just lift your hands."
That young maid so lent forward but the moment Aiden complied to lay that napkin across his lap before hurrying away. That amusement upon Dorian's features still surely clear as the Monarch exchanged several brief sentences in Italian with another manservant before moving to reach for those pancakes with their lashings of butter and syrup.
"I so rarely eat breakfast, it is nice to enjoy it every now and then. It baffles me how Matteo can eat so much. Do you know Fae do not need to eat? Or drink for that manner. Our bodies simply don't require it. Sebastian and I often don't have any meals at all unless we feel like it or I wish to taste something. How Matteo stays as fit as he does with the amount of food he eats heaven only knows...."
Dorian's head shook once more in clear wonderment. His silver gaze shifted towards Aiden's own plate then, both eyes rising just so at the sheer amount Aiden seemed determined to eat. Food, he suspected, might be another of Aiden's hobbies.
".....Although I am beginning to suspect this may be a family trait."
There was little save for playful teasing within those very words. Dorian helping himself to that first mouthful of his own breakfast, that plane sure to land within the next hour or so. Aiden, like Matteo, seemed capable of eating his veritable body weight in food while maintaining a distinctly notable fitness. Were metabolism, perhaps, similar to Fae in that regard. Dorian's gaze lifting to his brother once more.
"I am quite pleased to be able to talk to you alone. There was a great deal I wanted to ask you at Thanksgiving but there were so many people I did not get a chance to ask you the important questions."
Really, he was almost certain Aiden appeared almost....wary at his mention of those 'important' questions. Dorian so dismissing that very look as he continued with ease.
"Like what your favourite colour is and your favourite season, of course. I also never got the chance to ask if you had a wife, or a girlfriend- or a boyfriend for that matter, although I'm quite assured it is not the latter. I do not get that....how you say.....feel from you. When you first arrived for Thanksgiving though, before I knew who you were, I did think you were wonderfully good looking- so did Sebastian. He thinks I didn't notice him looking at you but Sebastian is about as subtle as Italy's love of churches when he sees something he likes. You'd do very well if you ever felt the need to....change teams. I'm just saying is all."
Was this not what brothers spoke about? Dorian never had been afraid of those decidedly liberal discussions.