How the Frenchman seemed to relish in the persistent teasing of his own son-in-law. The Englishman, admittedly, made a near-perfect target for the often mischevious fae. Between the man's ever-increasing politeness and some ill-fated desire for some sort of...favor from Matteo, Sebastian had rather doomed himself to that continual sense of discomfort that Alexander's own son near preyed upon. The light oceanic hue of his irises shifted towards the vampire in question as Matteo jumped at the very opportunity to 'ambush' the undead man in any manner he viewed possible. Silently, Alexander listened as the fae insisted that Sebastian much preferred that he drive, even if both hunter and fae knew well Alexander would never allow it. His eyebrow arched as the weight of the Macedonian's own gaze turned towards the Englishman, taking in the very sight of the innocent appearing vampire - a fact Alexander knew better than to trust. Carefully, his own baritone voice was pitched in an inquiry as the Dark Hunter took that very role as a 'wingman' for Matteo's antics. Sebastian, however, hardly seemed perturbed in the slightest as his hands settled behind his back (a place Alexander distinctly disliked them being). That English lit was all the more blatant as the vampire fell back effortlessly into that very mannerism so stereotypical of the era he hailed from. Alexander could hardly help that roll of his eyes as the King turned his attention back towards the jet black Bently concealed within the shadows of the West.
That singular word of appraisal, however, prompted little more than a gruntled agreement from the Dark Hunter. Those centuries of misgivings between his species and those leeches was still prominent enough that Alexander struggled to even offer the slightest bit of commendation towards Dorian's husband. Sebastian, admittedly, hardly deserved his disdain and even Matteo had admitted quite the liking for the vampire, as much as it continued to baffle him. Alexander momentarily left the pair of men to continue through that verbal spar as they felt fit, the King instead riffling through his own pocket for his keys as they neared his vehicle. It was Sebastian's insistence that they had been driven by Matteo in Italy without incident that caused his attention to turn back towards the pair, his features wholly skeptical. Matteo's very nudge into his rib only furthered that glimpse of disbelief before his attention pivoted towards the Englishman. "You should not be encouraging him." The Hunter scolded before his blue-green gaze turned back towards his own son. "How far did you manage to drive 'without incident'?" He inquired, clearly refusing to believe that Matteo had somehow become better when the fae so struggled to give his attention to navigating a vehicle at high speeds in even a straight line. How the fae could handle a horse and failed so drastically at a car, he hadn't the slightest of ideas.
With the Bently unlocked in front of them, Alexander was more than content to slide into the driver's seat - the King still unwilling to yield that seat despite Sebastian's 'encouragement'. His key fit into the ignition, a simple twist all that was necessary to turn the engine over. A glimpse was given towards his two side mirrors before his gaze turned back over his shoulder as the Dark Hunter reversed out of his spot, the Macedonian caring distinctly little for how 'slow' both his son and grandson seemed to believe his own driving was. What mattered is that they arrived in one piece without close calls and wanton lawbreaking. That soft sigh upon the Frenchman's lips was all but ignored as Alexander guided the vehicle onto the road, his attention deviating but slightly as Matteo addressed him. Admittedly, Alexander had enjoyed in partaking of those far more pleasurable activities with the French siblings that Matteo had taken to bedding. The Monarch, for all his attempts to accept modern concepts, still failed to fully grasp that notion of monogamy. A King, after all, was above such frivolous notions. How he found himself looking forward to another week spent within the depths of Chambord with excellent cuisine, ever-flowing drinks, and equally as titillating of company. It was a vacation that Alexander was more than eager to agree upon, albeit with an almost smug glimpse to his age-old features.
His head bobbed in ready acceptance at Matteo's insistence he would see to those arrangements. That very notion of sex, however, seemed to linger heavily upon the Frenchman's mind as those silver irises so mischievously turned upwards and towards the reflection of the vampire in the rearview mirror. Alexander's own brow lifted at that very inquiry of the Catholic faith and those religious beliefs of intercourse. When so coupled with that toying of the rosary around the fae's neck, even Alexander found himself incapable of remaining silent to that 'trap' of sorts that Matteo had laid. A snort left his nose, the Dark Hunter keen to point out that Matteo himself was hardly the epitome of the good Catholic boy that he apparently expected of the vampire! The Macedonian was all too aware of that look upon Matteo's features, the weight of the younger fae's gaze upon him certainly felt, even if Alexander hardly glanced towards his own 'son'. That inquiry of whose 'side' he was on, however, caused his shoulders to lift in some vague shrug. "No one's, tonight." He commented simply, only for Matteo to lean back in his seat with arm's folded. It was the matter of his own family's lineage, however, that the Frenchman seemed keen upon bringing up. For a moment, Alexander was silent, as if musing that very counter he intended to provide before his lips parted. "You know, I met your Jesus once. He was very unimpressive."
The very casualness at which that admittance came was sure to spark some level of lively conversation between the duo - one that had been had, of varying degrees, over the centuries in which the two men had known one another. Though Matteo had largely remained at his side since Alexander had taken the fae under his wing, those years before the fae were ones the Macedonian largely chose not to discuss at any great lengths. His time in Germania assisting in quelling Rome's rebellion apparently one of them. It was almost a blessing that the Englishman saw fit to interrupt their conversation, the vampire still smoothly navigating those very waters that Matteo clearly strove to make turbulent and yet, it was Sebastian's admittance of what he was that seemingly fascinated Matteo the most. Alexander, on the other hand, was less than thrilled with this additional knowledge. A vampire was bad enough. An incubus, he was sure, was distinctly worse. He remained silent, however, as Matteo so put together the pieces of what he had seen of his son-in-law, long before Sebastian had ever met Dorian. It was, however, the very mention of Ardat and Irdu that prompted that scowl to return to the Monarch's features as he turned onto the street of his own quaint and freshly remodeled cafe.
His oceanic hued irises brushed over the silhouettes of his grandson's as Alexander guided his own vehicle towards the curb. The very mention of Ardat only furthering that frown upon his features. Oh how well he remembered that woman! She had been strikingly beautiful. It was the very sort of breathtaking beauty that might prompt wars and drive men to their knees. Her voice had been a gentle coaxing melody - like the gentle spring wind that prompted the twinkling of hanging chimes on Southern porches. Her skin had been creamy porcelain, her hair as black as night, and her touch akin to silk. Everything about her had caused him to pause - that very fact alone had assured him that if Matteo had gotten even close to the woman, he might have very well lost the fae for an eternity. "She would have taken all of them....and you before she was done." He commented with a clear grumble on his lips. How she had illuded him for nearly a decade had forever been a mystery. Very few individuals, after all, had ever managed to escape Matteo's foresight. Then again, the fae had been much younger then - his abilities far less...honed then they were now. Such thoughts, however, were pushed away by Matteo's sudden suggestion to push the car in front of them. The very idea one that near immediately prompted a pointed glare from the Dark Hunter. "It is a car Matteo, not a horse." The Macedonian insisted as he shut off the vehicle - the look alone prompted little more than a snort from his son as the fae climbed out of the vehicle with both Sebastian and himself following suit.
Effortlessly, the Dark Hunter maneuvered around the small gathering of men and towards the front door of the cafe. He listened as Aiden offered his own description of the vehicle. How long had it been, truly, since he'd heard the boy seem....excited...about anything? It was enough to soften that gruffiness of the Hunter as Alexander unlocked and opened the door to the cafe. Matteo's sudden disappearance hardly phased him in the slightest as Alexander gestured for the trio of younger boys into the cafe - the Hunter closing and locking the door behind them. He led them easily up the stairs, purposefully leaving the lights off of the cafe, lest anyone think the family gathering meant that they were opened. Rather, it was upstairs to the equally as newly renovated loft - the very size of the cafe had grown since it's destruction by the rhinosaurus. The oversized where had left a rather large hole in the foundation of this and the building next to it. Alexander, in turn, had been more than happy to buy out the adjoining property and expand his own home in turn. The Dark Hunter easily flicked on the switches overhead, the lights high above quickly illuminating the warm area. He led the trio to a chocolate wooden dining room table - a large semi-circular window at the end offered a magnificent view of the downtown skyline. "Make yourselves comfortable. He'll be back soon, I'm sure." Alexander uttered as he kicked off his own shoes, the Hunter hardly concerned for where they ended up as he flopped within a chair at the very end of the table.