Weariness filled the Were-King's thoughts as Matteo's warning echoed in his mind. He had little idea of what to expect as the pair purposefully trudged up the wet walkway. It was the first time, admittedly, that Tetradore had paid any heed to any of his father's neighbors. Chambord's lands were vast enough that Aiden could spend the entirety of a trip without seeing them at all! A small frown crossed his lips as they approached the veranda, the covered porch providing at least temporary relief to the onslaught of rain that had continued its downpour. It left Aiden feeling far more like a fish than he preferred as he reached up to slick back those curly sopping locks that had a way of sticking to his caramel features. Matteo's hand rose, the fae knocking upon the large, thick doors firmly. The very sound reverberated in the home, only to be answered but utter silence. Lights, however, could clearly be seen inside the whitewash chateau, promising that someone was at least home. The emerald hue of his vibrant gaze turned downwards towards the small goat nestled against his chest, the tiny creature's once violent shivering had stilled some, his own body's heat provided the warmth it had so desperately needed.

Tenderly, Aiden's fingers lifted to stroke the little goat's head, those bright blue eyes looking up at him in an utter adoration that even the callous Were-King could not deny was...endearing. A small simper tugged at the corner of the man's features - that genteel moment interrupted only by his father's French accent. Those distinctly few words drew the weight of the Alpha's gaze, his brow rose ever so slightly. "So?" He inquired, his baritone voice holding a distinct challenge within its depths. Admittedly, it was distinctly rare when Aiden allowed those glimpses of affection towards any being, his emotions so often held close to his chest. He had become accustomed to those...weaknesses being utilized against him to the point where he so often failed to display them all together. Still...Matteo had long become an exception to every rule he held and...even he couldn't deny that the sheer patheticness of that tiny goat had, somehow, softened the Alpha.

It was the abrupt sound of several locks sliding out of place that drew Aiden's attention almost skeptically towards the front door. Why would anyone require more than one? Surely Matteo's neighbor wasn't one of those paranoid shut-ins. The very last thing he anticipated, as the oak slid silently inward, was the very presence of a vampire haloed in the darkness of a long paneled hallway. A vampire. Of fucking course, Matteo's neighbor would be a god damned vampire. How attentive Aiden was to that look of discontent upon the undead man's features, his own figure tensing in preparation for that shift, should it be deemed necessary. He watched as that once threatening glower softened into something far more...companionably - as if it would ever fool the Were-King. Tetradore could hardly help that distinctly thick sarcasm that fell from his lips, hardly caring if his continuation of that conversation might be deemed inappropriate in front of the very vampire in question. He was entirely aware of his father's elbow in his ribs, the very action far more telling than painful in the slightest. Aiden's lips pressed together as his gaze turned towards the Frenchman, for a fleeting moment. For Matteo alone, he was willing to fall into that silence even if his glare towards the vampire quickly became unwavering.

Pascal's comment of his very nationality, however, caused Aiden's brow to rise though the Were-King kept his silence. The implied insult hardly went unnoticed by the Alpha, even as Matteo shifted closer towards him - though whether or not it was to keep the Were-King's often aggressive reactions at bay remained to be seen. For now, he was willing to allow the Frenchman to take the lead as Matteo so quickly shifted the conversation away from Aiden's parents and towards the small goat still peaking inquisitively out of his jacket. Any ideas of returning the goat to its mother, however, were quickly tossed aside by the nearly lackadaisical vampire as he insisted that the goat child would be far better as dog food. Any inquiries Matteo had of its mother were silenced by Pascal pressing the door further open - providing the pair a glimpse of the filled dining room table and the roasted animal at the very center of it, cooked ever so perfectly for carving.

A visible frown crossed Aiden's features as Pascal held out his hand once again in clear intention to take that tiny goat that Tetradore had already gone through the effort to rescue. He detested the very idea of handing over the small creature that cuddled so innocently against him to share a similarly dismal fate as it's mother. Purposefully, Aiden stepped back and out of the vampire's immediate reach, only to insist on his intention to keep the goat for himself. He turned towards Matteo with the declaration that they should go, even if he made little move to follow through upon those words. After all, Aiden detested the very idea of leaving his own father upon that porch by himself, even if Matteo had survived this long without falling prey to his neighbor. Tetradore had not missed the way that Pascal had looked at him. It was a look he knew well, one he'd seen mirrored between a vampire and it's prey time and time again. The Frenchman's response, however, was cut off by Pascal's criticizing remark. His emerald irises narrowed, his fingers flexing into a fist and yet, any words he might have offered were silenced by the slight gesture of Matteo's hand.

Oh, how prepared he was to show that smug vampire what respect meant! His very consideration of that lesson paused only by Matteo's intervention - the fae one of the few individuals in Aiden's life that held an ounce of his esteem. The Were-King was entirely aware of that shift within his father's tone as the fae prompted Pascal once again. His lips pressed into a hard line as he listened mutely to Pascal's declaration of his bad blood. If only he knew of the blood that ran through the Alpha's veins! How readily Matteo so defended him! A smug part of Tetradore was entirely keen to provide the vampire with one final pointed glare before he turned to join his father. The pair were quick to step out from under the shelter of the veranda and back into the downpour that so threatened to drown them both.

Aiden fell into silence as the pair made their way down Pascal's driveway, the goat still nestled securely against his chest, it's head retreating into the depths of his jacket now that the rain had begun to assault them all over again. A small frown remained upon his lips as his shoes squished with water, his socks altogether...wet. His thoughts, however, were drawn from the discomfort of it by that French lit. The vibrancy of his gaze turned towards the Ambassador beside him as Matteo voiced the future he had already seen - one that had too lingered heavily upon Aiden's mind. He said little of Matteo's vision or those very words Matteo was fated to provide him. That soft grunt of acknowledgment the only response he provided as the pair made their way back up Chambord's long drive and towards the warm, brightly lit chateau that so awaited them.

A soft sigh left Aiden's lips as he stepped into the chateau, the Alpha carefully undoing his raincoat to reveal the entirety of the small goat and the muddied, wet state of his shirt. He kicked off his shoes, the discomfort of those socks caused them to follow soon after. God, how he hated wet clothing. Matteo, beside him, seemed entirely content to strip completely - the fae's pants and shirt abandoned on the floor in a sopping wet heap of clothing. The very mention of the cupboard drew Tetradore's gaze towards the object in question. His jeans felt...heavy with each step he made towards the closet, the Alpha opening it only to pull out a towel from the stack Matteo had mentioned. The very last thing he had anticipated, as he began to dry the eager goat within his hand, was the prospect of feeding her. The suggestion that he would be in charge of feeing the goat near immediately drew his attention towards his father with a glimpse of disbelief. Sure, he had played some part in saving her but...surely she could just....be put with Matteo's sheep or something...right?

"I..." An exasperated sigh left his lips as he glanced down at the goat wrapped in the plush cotton towel in his hand, her head only just peeking out of the material. "God damn it." He muttered though any further words of protest were cut short by the ruffling of his wet locks, he half turned, though Matteo was altogether quick to teleport out of reach before Aiden could make any attempt to push his father away. A pointed look was given towards the elder fae before his attention turned back towards the little goat with a second, far more resigned sigh. Great. Now he had a pet goat. As if caring for an entire pack had not been responsibility enough! It was only once he was assured the little creature was as dry as she could be that he released the small goat on the ground - the towel he'd used tossed in the same heaping pile as Matteo's shoes and his own socks. He turned towards the stairs, eager to rid himself of those heavy, wet, and strikingly cold clothing and yet, before he could even make it more than a few feet towards the staircase, the sound of his father's sing-song voice caused his to pause. "What." His own baritone lyrics were decidedly deadpan, the Alpha certain that between the new goat feeding responsibility and his own damp, wet clothing, there was nothing else Matteo could possibly push on him now.

The vibrant emerald of his irises turned towards the floor, only to watch the tiny goat that abandoned whatever had interested her to scaper eagerly after him. Her little tail wiggled at his very glance, prompting her entire back end to follow suit. "You....are a pain in my ass," Aiden informed the small goat as he reached down to scoop her up in his hand. "I got her, alright?!" He half held up the goat to show his father as he turned in place, heading up the stairs with his new acquisition. It was only once he was in the comfort of his own bathroom that he finally released the goat - the little creature altogether eager to explore the confines of the bathroom. A soft breath left his lips as he glanced down at the goat, the man peeling the cotton shirt that stuck to him from his caramel skin. "You should be grateful your not dog chow right now, you know." He commented at the creature, as if it was even capable of responding, much less acknowledging and appreciating the life it now had. His head shook ever so slightly, his jeans and underwear falling to the floor as he turned on the steaming heat of the shower. God, how he couldn't wait to enjoy the warmth!

Eagerly, Aiden stepped into the warmth of the shower, pulling the shower curtain closed behind him. He had only just begun to let the water wash away the tinge of coldness from the rain when an almost pathetic bleeting ensnared his attention, the shower curtain rippling with the little goat's effort to invade. "You have got to be fucking kidding me." He muttered, pushing aside the curtain just enough to stare down at the goat. The rest of his shower was hardly as relaxing as he had desired it to be, the man stuck between attempting to placate the tiny animal that had decided itself incapable of being outside of his view and his own wants to simply stand in the heat. The end result was a far shorter shower than he usually indulged in. Eventually, however, he emerged from the depths of his bathroom with a towel fastened around his waist and the goat dancing about his feet, altogether excited to explore the vast new room it found itself in.