Crowned Prince of Italy
For as long as the vampire could remember, he had been well trained in that deft dance of words. The English courts were a never-ending game of wit, veiled insults, and ever-present politeness that persisted in spite of everything. That perfectly vague compliment of sort that he offered Matteo was surely a product of his very upbringing. The Frenchman had a distinct manner of disarming the vampire to the point that those engrained habits of his youth came strongly to the surface, overriding even his incubus charisma. That very praise only seemed to please his father-in-law as Matteo used his elbow to nudge the Dark Hunter at his side. Alexander, unfortunately, seemed hardly as amused. The very weight of those blue-green irises upon him caused the vampire's lips to press together in a hard line of discontentment, that chastising only furthering Sebastian's fall into silence as his head bobbed in some vague acknowledgment, perhaps, of the Macedonian's words. As much as Alexander was probably right, the very idea of displeasing Matteo was....well, equally as displeasing to him in turn. How he struggled with coming to terms with his own feelings when it came tooth fae! He was equally pulled by both that overwhelming lust that came with his species, his distinct desire for some sort of relationship with Dorian's family when he had none, and some deep-seated desire to...redeem himself.
A soft breath left his lips as Sebastian settled within the back of the luxury sedan, that black ribbon bow at his side. He nestled back against the refined leather as the vehicle's engine rumbled to life. The blue hue of his own gaze was content to turn towards the window as Alexander carefully backed up and onto the street. The Englishman listened with vague intrigue as Matteo proposed another long week with the two women he had taken to inviting into his bed - one the Frenchman was willing to share with the older Hunter. How eagerly Alexander seemed to take up that very proposition! The very suggestion of it all reminded Sebastian of his bachelor life before Dorian had so neatly chained his wayward tendencies with the golden band upon his finger. How many evenings and weekends had he spent in much the same fashion? Sebastian hardly seemed to be the only one, however, to contemplate those very evenings that he had sworn off, Matteo too seemed inclined to turn the conversation towards the vampire's own history in bed - one that was seemingly well known within their family by now. That comment of his faith, however, prompted the vampire to pause, as if truly considering his words and how much the Frenchman might truly care for the answer. His lips parted and yet, any answer he might have given was cut short but Alexander's sudden interruption.
The Hunter's insistence that Matteo was hardly a good Catholic boy was a fact that even Sebastian knew well, despite his attempts to pretend otherwise. The Frenchman was perhaps as eager to relish in that adulatory he assisted in committing as Sebastian himself once was. It was, however, that suggestion of sides that saw the Prince's eyebrows furrow in thought. He hadn't realized this was a game with sides, though perhaps that was naive of him. The vampire's silence persisted as he listened to Matteo's retort. Although history had informed Sebastian well of those beliefs that Alexander the Great had hailed from Zeus, from Ra, from greats like Achilles, he had never actually considered that the Dark Hunter might believe those things to be true. How could he? His gaze shifted between the two men as Alexander paused in clear consideration, the Hunter undoubtedly musing on a barb of his own. The last thing the vampire expected, however, was the soft admittance that the hunter had met Jesus in person! It was certainly not...impossible, he supposed, though the look on Matteo's face seemed to suggest this was the first time the fae had heard of such a meeting. It was, admittedly, this that seemed to prompt the vampire to speak up, answering that very question that was likely to be forgotten in the discussion that was to come. His own declaration of his species, and the men and women he had bedded, seemed more than enough to intrigue the Frenchman, enough for that conversation of religion to momentarily fall to the wayside.
The fae's sudden inquiry caused his head to bob ever so slightly in confirmation, though the word that followed was altogether foreign to him. A Combion? Even the sound of those syllables sounded far more...Asian, the term one he would surely spend an extensive amount of time on later. A small frown crossed his features as Matteo declared that he was well aware of Sebastian's maker, and her's in turn. How very much the Englishman wished to solve the very enigma that surrounded the vampire child - though he somehow doubted Matteo would utter even a singular useful syllable if he asked after it. It was that question and those equally as usual names that drew Sebastian's attention back to the present. His head shook ever so slightly as the blue of his eyes turned back towards the window in thought. "I fear I do not know." What had started those tendencies within his familial line, he hadn't the slightest idea, his own siblings hardly prone to his same flighty tendencies, at least, not that he could remember. Thankfully, Matteo seemed far more inclined to dwell upon memories of a time long past - the fae recalling that day when Alexander himself had gone up against one of the very beings that might well have been Sebastian's ancestor. "Did you ever find her?" The vampire inquired, Matteo's tale quite near leaving off the part that the vampire found the most important. Alexander, however, hardly seemed nearly as amused with the memory as they turned onto the street of the cafe.
His gaze fell near immediately upon that ebony car and the sight of his own lover standing beside it - the fae seemingly in one whole and blissfully happy piece. Thank goodness. The very suggestion to nudge the vehicle in front of them up, however, immediately drew his gaze towards the fae with a look akin to both disbelief and utter horror. Alexander, thankfully, was quick to refute the idea as he turned his own car off. Truthfully, Sebastian was almost thankful to be out of the vehicle as he moved to join his husband on the sidewalk. Admittedly, the vampire hardly listened as Matteo inquired after how the vehicle had driven, the very presence of his lover at his side was the only thing that soothes him as his blue eyes glanced protectively over the fae. Dorian's softened inquiry only caused a brief glimpse of indecision upon his features before the vampire decided against regaling the Monarch over just what that car ride had entailed. "It went fine." He insisted, falling back to that same phrasing his society was so known for. His lover's concern seemed relatively short-lived, the fae positively bursting with excitement as he insisted that his own ride within the Bugatti had been nothing short of glorious. How delighted the King was to announce that Aiden had hugged him! The very glee one he was ill inclined to spoil in the slightest. "Did he?" Sebastian inquired as he fell into step behind the fae.
Alexander, however, was quick to close the door behind him, locking it to prevent any intrusion on that familial gathering. Matteo in turn disappeared but near moments later with the assurance that he would return in a few moments. Sebastian himself was hardly unaware of the change to the cafe, now that they were inside. The floors had been redone, the building somehow larger then he remembered it, albeit he had only been within the cafe a few times. He said little of those observations as he followed the rest of the family upstairs and into the newly renovated loft. It was Dorian, however, who questioned after the change to the place, the pair perhaps not as attentive to the Macedonian's life as they should have been of late. Nevertheless, Sebastian willingly took his own seat at the table, his fingers lightly reaching Dow as he did so to follow both Alexander and now, even Aiden's suit. Dorian, on the other hand, seemed to struggle with that apparent casualness to their family, the King inquiring if they should take their shoes off and curiously, his own gaze turned back towards the hunter for the answer.