The secret side of me, I never let you see. I keep it caged inside but I can't control it.
His balled fists tightened at his father's rebuke, Aiden's jaw tensing ever just so and though his entire physique was prepared for those fights he was so used to within the depths of Syn, the Were-King remained entirely silent. Matteo was, perhaps, the one being he strove, on some level, to keep his anger in check for - even despite how utterly goading the fae's words were. On any other given day, he might have told the man to 'fuck off', he might have retreated to the Ark to leave that family behind him and yet...tonight, it wasn't as if he had anywhere else to go. At least, not anywhere else he wanted to be. His arms crossed over his chest as he watched the Frenchman repair the damage, that frown etched deeply into his features even in spite of the blue lamborghini rolling backwards from the bush, it's paint once again as pristine as the flowers that blossomed around it. An audible sigh left Aiden's lips as Matteo returned, only to drop those keys within his hand. He hardly anticipated his father's gentle words, in the wake of that tirade, the rest of the family thankfully ignorant of that brief exchange, even though Aiden offered nothing but silence in response.
Rather, he moved towards the sofa, purposefully leaving the place between Matteo and himself available for the she-wolf he'd dragged into this with him. Aiden's attention deviated from her, however, only by the roar of the fireplace beside him, albeit after a moment or two of a struggle from the Frenchman. The flickering of those aquamarine flames danced within his gaze, their once jubilant fluttering soon dying down to the deep reds and bright oranges that were expected of such an element that he had such a contentious relationship with. He was hardly the only one, it seemed to notice Matteo's strange new affinity. At least, he was fairly certain it was new. Dorian too seemed to question those flickering flames though Matteo's insistence that he suspected it was more than just fire left Aiden inquiring as to what else those flames even could be. Matteo's suggestion that it might serve to purify caused his brow to rise inquisitively, his gaze turning briefly towards those silver irises, even if he knew now was not the time to further question the fae on those flames - not when Mira had finally joined him on the sofa.
A soft breath left his lips, Tetradore briefly letting his hand rake through his dark brunette locks as he listened to Matteo's vague description of the singular soul missing from their family's gathering. The family's attention, as a whole, had seemingly turned to focus entirely upon Mira, Dorian inquiring after what family gatherings were like for her. It was, admittedly, a question that Aiden hardly knew the answer to. Though, perhaps that was not surprising. It wasn't as if he had actively made an attempt to get to know those intimate details of the she-wolf he so frequently shared his bed with. Aiden had a tendency to alternate between involving himself with her and distancing himself entirely from Mira. It was a dance he struggled to find a balance within. He watched as that warm simper spread across her features, that very reflection upon her family clearly fueling some joy within her. She must miss them, didn't she? The thought prompted a small frown upon his lips. He should have at least offered to accompany her back to her home, shouldn't he have? He knew what she feared back there but...as Henry had said, perhaps if he had focused more upon the pack...
Those thoughts were interrupted by his father's voice, as if the Frenchman knew the dark places his thoughts could go if afforded the chance when stress weighed so heavily upon him. A glass of liquor was presented to him soon after, one that Aidan gratefully accepted. He was already sipping on the smooth flavor when Mira was presented with her beverage, one that seemed to prompt her casual musing of just how long it had been since she indulged in the wine. It was her comment that seemed to prompt Dorian's near incredulous query, one that drew the emerald of his gaze upwards. "What?" He questioned, pausing only briefly before continuing, "She's the Ark's damn bar manager, she can buy whatever she wants." Or rather...she was the Ark's bar manager. That very reminder of the ship he'd lost only furthering the scowl upon his features. He was thankful, perhaps, that Mira chose this moment to intercede with the tale of how the pair had met. Her very explanation of her form, however, seemed to wholly distract Dorian from this prospect of wine, the fae King keenly interested in seeing Mira's animal in the same manner he'd taken an interest in Aiden's own. That almost playful nudge, of Mira's knee, combined with her declaration that he was scary prompted a roll of his emerald eyes. Aiden hardly expected Dorian, of all people, to jump on that playful moment, the King declaring his pants the scariest thing he had ever seen. "Oh, fuck off." He retorted, almost indignantly and yet...a part of him was...glad that Dorian didn't associate such a word as 'fear' with him in the same way that so, so many others did.
It was only once Mira had commented of that trap she'd gotten stuck in (regardless of weather or not she claimed she required Aiden's assistance), that Dorian's attention seemed to deviate from those animals he desired to see to the atrocities their kind were subjected to. His brother's ignorance on the topic prompted an almost sharp response from the Were-King himself, only to add that it had been Hunters that night. His shoulder rose in a vague shrug at his brother's inquiry on whether or not their grandfather could do anything about it. Frankly, Hunters were the least of Aiden's concerns. Thankfully, Sebastian was quick to remind Dorian that royal commissions were not...exactly plausible in a country they did not own. The last thing Aiden wanted was to involve Dorian in the unsavory affairs that so surrounded the Were-King's life. Thankfully, the conversation hardly lingered upon weres and traps, Matteo purposefully shifting it back towards Mira herself as the Frenchman welcomed the woman to their family. Of course he would.
Dorian, however, was equally as quick to jump abroad, the fae quite near persistent as he inquired of what title they might prefer. An audible sight left AIden's lips as his gaze turned momentarily towards the ceiling in a wholly exasperated fashion. He hadn't expected to deal with this when he had brought Mira home! Otherwise, he might have reconsidered this idea to take his brother up on his invitation. Abruptly he turned towards Mira, the Were-King hardly hesitating as he finally asked that very question that his family seemed all but determined to push upon him. That inquiry seemed to catch Mira off guard, that silence altogether pervasive as she stared intently at him. He watched as her plush lips twisted into a warm smile, that teasing tone only prompted the rise of his brow. It wasn't...exactly a yes...or a no, really. Her leg gingerly brushed against his, her insistence that they were hardly done talking only prompted a roll of his eyes before, finally that singular word befell her lips - the one that he was looking for - a true answer. That idea of 'fooling' anyone, however prompted a small shake of his head, his family apparently of the belief that he was apparently attempting to deceive them of those...inclinations he had towards the woman. They were all fucking idiots, as far as Aiden was concerned.
In a way, he was almost thankful that this conversation shifted too, much like the last one, his brother's inquiry momentarily drew the weight of his gaze and yet, before Tetradore could quite respond, Matteo interrupted with the lateness of the hour. As if his body was not already aware of it! That exhaustion so clearly tugged at him and yet, he was well aware this evening was hardly finished. Not yet. Even so, his head bobbed simply in agreement before Tetradore finished his glass, place the empty tumblr on the coffee table as he rose. "That...sounds nice. Dorian, show us to our room?" He inquired, reaching down for the duffle bags of whatever Mira had salvaged from the Ark.