when I walk into the room there's nothing you can do
To stop me from making moves
I'm coming for you
"I do not believe you!" The French woman declared with a distinctly feminine giggle, her thoughts so entirely focused upon that tale he had so meticulously weaved of his journey to Egypt. A warm simper settled upon his features as Alexander reclined comfortably against the pillows of Matteo's day bed, the sun streaming down brightly from above, the canopy only just serving to offer a hint of shade to the couple. Amelie had made herself content upon his lap, her body leaning heavily into his chest as her free hand traced patterns against his chest. His arm wrapped gingerly around her petite physique, supporting her weight as his brows rose. "I promise you, it was as far as the eye could see. Filled with gold and they just gave it to us." The Dark Hunter insisted, the Macedonian well aware of just how her thoughts seemed to shift with the very notion, the girl decidedly aware of his affinities and yet, like none before her, she hardly shied away from it, content to utilize his power against him, in a matter of speaking. Her thoughts, presently, shifting quite purposefully to contemplate what it would feel like to make love in a sea of gold coins.
"Do you still have it?" She questioned, that near mischievous glint was near characteristic of her species and yet, Alexander could hardly help that baritone chuckle from his lips. "Of course." He insisted as a singular brow rose as the oceanic hue of his irises remained focused upon the girl. She offered him one of those near secretive smiles before shifting in his lap, her legs moving to straddle him. "I think...I should like....to see that..." Amelie muttered in her near breathy voice, her fair features leaning forward to hover just above his lips. How he would have enjoyed the taste of that champaign upon her sweet heart lips, though she hardly desired for him to close that distance, the girl purposefully pulling away from him, her hand catching his own only to tug at it lightly. "Giselle and I have something we want to show you." She offered, glancing over her shoulder before her feminine figure danced purposefully out of reach, so striving to coax the Hunter as she meandered towards the hot tub, Giselle soon joining her with her flute of freshly filled champaign.
The blue-green of his gaze hardly left either woman as the pair climbed into the hot tub, sinking into it's warm depths. Alexander hardly hesitated to extract himself from the comfort of the day bed. His approach, however, brought Amelie towards the edge of the hot tub, the girl leaning purposefully against the edge to further accentuate her cleavage as she reached down to tug gingerly at the hem of his jeans. "Without those." She insisted, that request one Alexander was more than happy to fulfil. His hands shifted towards the button, only for Matteo's voice to call to him from just inside the chateau. A soft scowl crossed his lips, "Who is it?" He shouted back, certain that work could be ignored, for now. Matteo was silent for several moments, Alexander himself remaining carefully poised, waiting for that response as the sound of his phone ringing became only just audible from his place on the deck. It was the declaration that it was his horse that prompted an exasperated sigh from his lips. That questioning look both girls gave him was disregarded with a small shake of his head, the Hunter turning on his heels to stride purposefully back into the home.
He reached for the cellphone within Matteo's hand, though his intention to answer it was momentarily halted by Matteo's comment of that abrupt shift within positions the prior evening. The Frenchman's surprise brought a small, smug simper to the edges of his lips though it was soon chased away by a glimpse of indignancy as he reached out to bat at Matteo, the fae carefully dodging the mock blow with warm laughter upon his lips. Alexander shook his head as he pressed the green button upon the phone. "What is it, Frost?" He inquired, listening intently to the clearly exasperated Were-Horse upon the other end of the phone. Alexander listened astutely to his steed, his attention deviated only by the sudden influx of magic within the room, one that the Hunter could innately feel. The sheer potency of it saw his hair stand on end. His head snapped up, his gaze near immediately focusing upon Matteo and the ring within his hand. The cellphone fell from his fingertips as Alexander near leaped forward to pull the ring out of the Frenchman's grip. "Matteo, put it---!" He never finished those words before a bright light all but exploded from the ring, blinding them as it enveloped the pair of men within its powerful grasp.
For several dizzying moments, there was nothing but bright light surrounding Alexander before, suddenly, his stomach was filled with that horrifying sensation that so came with falling. Another even brighter flash near exploded from the ring, forcing his eyes to close only for the brightness to abruptly vanish. Hesitantly, Alexander opened those oceanic irises, the Macedonian King taking in the sight of the alley he presently stood upon - his bare feet settled on the asphalt, the building at his right so strikingly like the facade of his cafe...before the rhino had ruined it and he had, in turn, expanded. A distinctly unimpressed look crossed the King's features, his shoulders falling as his gaze found the baffled face of Matteo but a mere few feet from him. "You had to touch it, didn't you?" He inquired in exasperation. Alexander strode across that short distance that separated the pair of men, only to pluck the ring from Matteo's palm. He stared at it, shaking it only to stare at it's now dull and collapsed state. A distinctly Grecian curse left his lips. "It's used up its power, we'll have to wait a few days for it to regenerate it." He declared, already having some notion of what had occurred. There was no telling what this Sacrosanct had to offer them, the fact that they had returned here and not to the chateau curious within itself and yet, that was the very last worry that lingered upon his mind - not when both men were not...properly dressed for idle wandering upon the city's streets.