His Royal Majesty
The King of Italy
Aiden's very insistence that he did not know if he was religious prompted a near curious look to Dorian's own features. How very odd that his sibling might not know where he stood with God and yet, Dorian supposed, upon that further consideration to which he was prone, it was perhaps not a terribly uncommon thing at all to be uncertain off. After all, Dorian himself, the very head of the Church by rank and title had, more than once, questioned both God's will and design and too- his existence. After all, so many of those beings whom supposed Sebastian and himself getting married had, by the same principal, in many cases, objected to Sebastian and his own mere existence! They were unbothered, in most cases, by their supernatural status, rather, it was their preference for one another and their shared gender that so seemed to spark such outrage in others. Many of those beings so quoting the bible in those letters of hate they sent or banners they waved. Did God truly hate those who were....gay? Did he not profess to love all of mankind? Or was that love limited to heterozexuals alone? How Dorian had questioned it- and his own right to lead that church at all. Aiden's hand reached upward then to toy with that rosary about his neck, a gesture that was strikingly alike Matteo. That simple action coaxing a simper to Dorian's own features before his head merely nodded in understanding.
"Do you know, I think it is alright not to know what you think?"
Dorian's shoulders lifted in that easy shrug, the warm simper on his lips hardly faltering. There was no sin in being undecided, of that he was certain. Any further thoughts about that notion of God or religion were vast aside in the wake of their arrival at the Lamborghini Factory. Dorian, in the wake of their discussion upon the plane, so found himself near eager for that tour and to see those delightful cars. Stefano too, the CEO of that company itself, seemed equally thrilled to have them. Aiden and Stefano readily engaging one another in that discussion of Aiden's own cars before the man led them into that warehouse of sorts. The room positively filled with those glorious machines in all shapes and colours. Dorian, even despite his lack of knowledge upon that brand and indeed, upon cars in general, was not at all unwilling to admit that those vehicles were beautiful. How readily that artist within himself was drawn to those sleek lines and curves and points. The Monarch inclined to view those cars as near works of art themselves, their painted surfaces reflecting the light from above until they near glowed. How sleek those surfaces looked! Dorian readiy drawn to run his fingers gently across the paintwork if only to feel that smoothness and marvel at its shine. Perhaps Aiden was right to love cars as he did. Dorian, in that moment, perfectly assured he understood that delight and the look of awe upon his siblings face. The Fae King content to offer that admittance that Aiden had been right all along. Those cars were splendid. The abrupt snort from his brother along with that insistence he had 'told him so' coaxed that playful role of Dorian's own gaze and yet that chuckle so hummed within his throat good naturedly all the same.
It was Stefano's sudden offer that he might have one of those cars however that readily drew Dorian's attention away from the vehicles themselves. How splendid such an offer! Yet....his own ability to drive those glorious cars quickly saw that delight diminish. Such a gift would surely be wasted upon himself. The Monarch silver gaze shifted from Stefano to Aiden and back again before so inquiring as to whether or not he might simply transfer that gift to his brother instead. Aiden, after all, not only adored those very cars but possessed the ability to drive them. That soft shake of Aiden's head readily prompted that surprise to the Fae's own features, his sibling insisting that even if he could hardly drive them there was no reason he could not own one and be driven. Aiden quick to make his way through those cars to suggest a glorious red vehicle that was, apparently, very, very, special. Dorian's own gaze lingered upon that shining machine, the Monarch unable to deny how lovely it was. The car positively striking! Dorian struggled, momentarily, to find just that word he wanted to describe it- at least in English. The Fae resorting to that Spanish he was assured Aiden would understand. Dorian rewarded with his siblings agreement a moment later.
The sudden opening of that car readily coaxed the Monarch to bend downward and peer inside. That glorious leather interior and sleek dashboard positively charming. Dorain, in his excitement, so proceeding to crawl into that car. How many buttons it had! How many features! How utterly thrilling! Aiden's own excitement (though more controlled) was distinctly obvious in turn. Dorian decidedly pleased to have coaxed that delight to his brothers features as he settled within that passenger seat. Surely there was no harm in driving it a little, was there? Aiden was surely capable. His brothers insistence that he not touch anything saw the Monarch draw his hand away from that dashboard. Dorian so having considered, in that moment, that he might touch one button. Perhaps not. Stefano moved to offer those keys to Aiden then. A true, genuine grin alighting the Panther's features before Dorian's query on whether he knew how to drive that car seemed to inspire no small level of desire (or sarcasm) in the man. Aiden instructed him to put on his seatbelt as he settled himself in the driver's seat. Dorian moving hurriedly to comply with a clear and notable excitement before Aiden did.....something that prompted that car to roar to life.
"Good heavens! It's so loud!"
Dorian was near certain he had never been in a car so ...angry before. The car pulled slowly forward beneath Aiden's guidance as those staff hurried to direct them towards that private track Stefano had been all too thrilled to allow them to use. Dorian distinctly assured such generosity came only from the man's desire to say the King of Italy himself had driven on that track and yet, the Monarch was hardly concerned with the motives behind that generosity for now. Dorian instead decidedly taken with that track that stretched ahead of them. How flat and smooth and sleek it was! That grass that surrounded that track was as immaculate as the road itself. Those high walls and trees preventing anyone from outside capturing but even a glimpse of what went on within that track itself. The brothers afforded a perfect privacy for that drive. Aiden's gaze shifted to his own then, the man inquiring whether or not he was ready as Dorian nodded.
"I am, I am quite looking forward to this. I've never been in such a car and- did you just call the car babe?"
One eye rose in a clear amusement, Dorian chuckling softly before that near mischievous look seemed to find his brothers features, that car taking off so suddenly and with such speed that, smooth as it was, Dorian was caught distinctly off guard- that first lurch forward all but throwing him back within his seat.
That ready cry of surprise had no sooner left his lips then they reached that first smooth curve in the road, Aiden piloting that car with such an effortlessly smoothness around that bend that Dorian was assured they lost no speed at all- that outrightly straight run that now existed before them only seeming to encourage that further speed from Aiden. Dorian assured he had never, in all his life, been in any sort of vehicle that achieved such speeds as this! It was ...terrifying and yet near mind blowing all at once! Dorian's own gaze was drawn distinctly wide as that car only seemed to gain more and more speed. They were positively flying. Dorian assured he was near robbed of all words. The Monarch near pinned within his seat as his fingers clutched at the sides as if fearing he might somehow be ejected from it. It was almost as if that car was eating to road beneath them. Those words at last seemed to find him and yet that shocked expression upon his features hardly wavered.
"We are going so fast! I did not think cars went this fast. Oh, oh Aiden there is a bend coming! I think you best slow-"
Slow was so evidently a word Aiden did not know. That car barely seeming to ease its speed as several bends appeared before them, that car seeming to glide around them as that soft gasp of surprise left the Monarch. Dorian's fingers momentarily tightened on that seat before that realisation that they had not crashed seemed to dawn on him all at once. Another long, straight run through a glorious field of wildflowers existing before them now. Those flowers a veritable blur of colour!
"How fast are we going, Aiden? Is this as fast as it goes? This is positively thrilling! I am never allowed to go this fast. I am completely terrified of this car and yet I adore it all at once! I have never done anything like this before ..."
How utterly delighted he was! That look of sheer joy upon the Monarch's features abundantly clear. Dorian, so momentarily, glancing almost worriedly at that ring upon his fingers. Sebastian, even asleep, might yet find himself awoken if his own heart rate became so fast as to worry the vampire into waking and yet.....how much he looked forward to telling Sebastian of this very ride.
"You are splendid driver."