Crowned Prince of Italy
The Englishman reached for that large bow right at the very moment that engine roared to life in front of him, his brother-in-law momentarily gave him an almost sheepish simper. It was only his lover's appreciative word of thanks, however, that prompted a weak simper from the vampire as he stepped back from the vehicle. Sebastian watched as that sleek ebony vehicle slowly rolled forward, Aiden clearly careful within the confines of that warehouse. Even so, the Prince could hardly help those concerns that still resided within him at letting Dorian both out of his sight and out of the protective presence of his guards. A soft breath left his lips, the vampire entirely ignorant of just how blatant his worry was until Matteo made some succinct effort to assure him that his lover would be fine. Alexander only seemed to attempt to further those very endeavors to reassure him with the declaration that Aiden surely loved his vehicles too much to see any harm to either of the men as long as they remained nestled in the depths of the black Bugatti. The very insistence that it was the car that the Alpha cared of most only prompted yet another of those sighs, his worries hardly lessened in the slightest though he hardly voiced a syllable lest his concerns became the object of both men's often relentless...teasing, if it could really be even called that.
Sebastian quickly fell into step behind the two near ancient men as Alexander led the way towards his own luxury sedan - the equally as dark car almost hidden amongst the shadows of the warehouses. He hardly anticipated the sudden conversation with the insistence that Matteo should drive - a prospect that Alexander was all too quick to turn down. The Frenchman spun upon his toes, those enigmatic silver irises settling heavily upon Sebastian himself as Matteo proceeded to walk backward with such distinct ease. For a brief moment, the vampire considered the safety of such a manner of walking and yet, Matteo seemed nothing if not well-practiced. The fae's sudden insistence that he, in particular, was apparently quite supportive of this idea of the Frenchman's driving, however, only immediately caused Sebastian to turn back to those British habits. His hands folded ever so neatly behind his back as he informed them that he was certain they were both wonderful drivers and he hardly minded at all who decided to take the wheel. That singular muttered words to Alexander, however, caused his head to tilted inquisitively to the side, ever so slightly. It was rare, admittedly, when Sebastian heard a language he had never heard before. Though the Englishman knew his fair share of languages, he often knew enough of those syllables to at least be able to recognize a far greater amount.
Those silver irises, however, only seemed to linger upon him in silence for some time further before Matteo seemed fit to inquire, almost accusatorily, if no one had told him he was a terrible driver. A small frown tugged at the corner of his lips before Sebastian's shoulders rose in an almost dismissive manner. "You drove Dorian and I in Italy without incident." He responded, hardly seeing fit to mention that distinct absence of other vehicles or the altogether short duration of that trip. Both his upbringing and studying in the courts clearly had prepared the Victorian man well for those game of words. Thankfully, the trio quickly arrived at the door of Alexander's Bently, the vehicle flashing briefly as it unlocked. Sebastian reached for the back door, the vampire sliding into the leather seat as he placed the ebony bow beside him. Admittedly, he was rather thankful to be sparred the company for the moment, his gaze turned towards the window as Alexander turned the vehicle on. The car rumbled to life beneath them before smoothly gliding forward. The silence within the vehicle, however, was decidedly short-lived, however, before Matteo turned his attention towards the Dark-Hunter beside him. Sebastian listened in silence, even despite his appearance otherwise as he watched the street lights slide by.
That talk of sex was one Sebastian was well comfortable with, even if it hardly involved the vampire himself. The clear adultery the two were involving themselves in hardly perturbed the Prince, as he listened to Alexander's ready agreement of that trip to France. The vehicle began to pick up speed as Alexander turned upon the highway, that conversation of foursomes momentarily turned instead to himself as Matteo's silver irises glanced upwards and towards the rearview mirror. He was hardly oblivious to that clear mortal trap of sorts that Matteo so wished to beset him with and yet, Sebastian had long ago come to find some sort of acceptance with his own distinctly few morals when it came to such acts of pleasure. He watched silently as Matteo reached for the rosary around his neck, the man's fingers toying with those beads in a manner that Sebastian was certain was meant to be purposeful, as if the fae was insisting he picked his words with care. His lips parted, and yet, any words he had intended to offer were cut off short by Alexander's interruption. The Dark-Hunter was all too quick to rebuke the fae for his own apparent lack of faith - though, considering the very hypocrisy of Matteo's own actions, Sebastian had long since come to the conclusion that the man's religion was hardly as important as he was clearly making it out to be.
After a moment of consideration, Sebastian's tongue ran over his lips, the vampire striving, in some regard, to answer those very questions Matteo had poised. "I am half Incubus..." He started, the vampire having equally come to accept that....hybrid status Abigail and Arlo had beset upon him - one that even Dorian had seemingly made peace with. "...so yes, I have been at the center of more than one orgy before. I never bothered to pause and ask any of them if they were married or not, though." Sebastian answered, the vampire leaving out the many times he had found out the next morning, however, when their husbands or lovers came home or when they rushed from whatever cheap hotel room he had procured for the night when the guilt of their own cheating weight down upon them. Such facts, he was sure, were better left to himself.