Alexander, it seemed, was hardly inclined to appreciate that teasing nudge to his ribs as they approached the sleek Bentley. Matteo was quick to seize onto that praise Sebastian offered him when it came to having driven that car in Italy rather successfully. His own Father, however, was near equally as quick to express those doubts, the Hunter inclined to tell Sebastian off for encouraging Matteo before turning his blue green gaze onto the Frenchman and demanding to know just how far he had driven 'without incident'. The Fae, this time, inclined to afforded his Father a near impish look before it so shifted into one of mocked offense.Matteo so attempting to appear shocked at such words.
"Really, Alexander? How far did I drive? Do you see this Sebastian? My own Father has no faith in me. You shall never know how far I drove and you shall forever wonder of it. Not that it matters. The damage is already done. I shall now grow up with low self-esteem and lacking self-confidence because my Father did not believe in me."
Ah, but how he could barely keep that grin from his features as he uttered so teasing words in feigned seriousness! Matteo, of any being, surely the last to suffer from any lack of either self esteem or self confidence and yet, even after so many years, there was a certain joy to be taken from forcing Alexander to roll his eyes. A soft chuckle rose easily from the Frenchmans lips then before he moved to settle in that passenger seat beside his companion. Sebastian so left to climb into the back before Alexander guided the car smoothly away from the curb. Matteo's own attention, for that moment, was returned briefly to the Hunter beside him. With Alexanders upcoming visit to France at the end of the month he saw little need to to make that visit as...pleasureable as possible. Giselle and Amelie had more then enjoyed the time they had all spent together the last time they had all been within France. Amelie having gone so far as to inquire after Alex on several occasions. What was better then a week or so spent with good company, good food and even better sex? Alexander, pleasingly, seemed more than willing to take up his offer of those foursomes. Matteo quick to insist he would see to the arrangements in turn before that very contemplation of those sexual endeavors so saw the Frenchman's attention return to the unfortunate vampire in the back seat. Matteo, this time, content to merely inquire after his son-in-laws own sexual conquests- to an extent.
His fingers toyed loosely at that rosary around his own neck. Matteo rather enjoying that look of contemplation he seemed to provoke in the young, vampiric man- at least until Alexander saw fit to spoil his fun with the ready insistence that Matteo himself was so hardly the good catholic boy he attempted to masquerade as. Ah, how devilish Alexander was sometimes! Spoiling his fun. Matteo's gaze shifted to his own father. The hunter offered that decidedly displeased look before the near ancient Fae inquired as to just whose side Alexander was supposedly on. Alexander afforded him loose shrug in that moment before commenting that tonight, he was on no one's side. Such a response coaxed that near dubious look from the Fae. Matteo lent back within his own seat, his arms folded across his chest, only to teasingly mention Alexander's own 'supposed' connection to the Gods he worshipped. His father, for as long as he could recall, truly seeming to hold some belief he was descended from several Gods. Dorian and Aiden would surely enjoy learning their holy lineage. Alexander was silent for several moments. Matteo contemplating that veritable victory before the hunter saw fit to mention he had met Christ himself- and that he had been nothing short of unimpressive.
It was a decidedly rare thing, after so many years at his companions side and with his own ability to peer into the depths of the future, that Alexander so ever truly managed to surprise him and yet that genuine look of astonishment so found his features then. Matteo, for several moments, inclined to study his companion silently before a small frown marred his own features. Matteo's head simply shook in disbelief.
"We've been together over 1500 years and you expect me to believe that you have not seen fit to mention this, that you have met Jesus himself, until now? Ah, Mon Amie, I do not believe you."
Matteo's hand waved near dismissively as if to brush off such ludacris claims as that! Yet ...Alexander was not a man prone to lying, at least, not to him. His silver gaze, for several moments, remained upon his Father. That curiosity content to gnaw at him in much the same fashion it did Dorian himself. Both men, it seemed, inclined to suffer that shared trait in pursuit of knowledge.
"When did you meet this Jesus? Where was it? What conversation did you have with him?"
That curiosity, it seemed, had more then gotten the better of the Frenchman in that moment. Sebastian, perhaps, treated to that decidedly rare display of a moment in which it was Matteo whom was the least knowledgeable being within a conversation- such a thing near unheard of in the modern day. It was at that moment in which Sebastian chose to speak once more. Matteo, for now, forced to put aside his queries upon Christanity as a whole as his son-in-law mentioned his own half-incubus breeding. That singular piece of information so veritably prompting several further realisations within Matteo himself. Sebastian was a cambion. Ah! How very much sense it made now! The vampires talents, even his venom, so perfectly aligned with such a conclusion. The Frenchman quick to offer that deduction- one that seemed veritably new to Sebastian himself, before inquiring after which of those demonic beings Sebastian's incubi line had descended. The Englishman inclined to admit that he did not know. Matteo's own had tilted but slightly, the Frenchman considering for several moments longer before his silver gaze glanced up at that rearview mirror once more to meet the blue of Sebastian's own.
"It was likely Irdu. He shared your willingness and ability to enjoy anyone. Ardat strictly engaged only men."
Irdu's abilities for seduction of near any living thing, if he chose, were decidedly well known. Ardat, for her part, having focused on men alone. If Sebastian had inherited his abilities for either being it seemed far more likely that they had come from Irdu's line- at least to Matteo's own deduction. That very mention of the past so prompted that further memory in turn. The Frenchman recalling that very time in which Alexander and himself had come across Ardat- in all her breathtaking angelic beauty- and utterly demonic rage. That very memory was quick to coax a scowl to Alex's features, the Hunter insisting what Matteo still knew to be true. That had Alexander not kept him back that night, he would surely have fallen victim to the demoness.
"You had a higher resistance to her than anyone else. That, I think, is what made her so angry as to induce the brick throwing."
He saw little need to mention just why he suspected Alexander had been so resistant to her powers when he and near every other man that night had not. Alexander, he suspected, knew just as well as he had why it was so. They had met Ardat well before he had met Isabella, well before Dorian, Matteo so holding no true love for any woman at that stage. His heart, perhaps, far more easily manipulated and yet, Alexander's own heart had so firmly belonged to Hephaestion- even after his death. Even Ardat was unable to manage to manipulate that love. A love Matteo suspected, even now, had not lessened. How could it? Alexander unable to forget, for even a moment, just how much he had loved his first companion. That very love having become his protection agianst the demoness. Matteo, even now, veritably struck by the potency of that power. His thoughts were interrupted only by Sebastian sudden query on how that story had ended as Matteo nodded.
"We found her but we made something of an error in attempting to destroy her. Ardat shares a soul link, an old type of magic, with Irdu. You need to kill both at once to destroy them. Alexander injured her sufficiently before she disappeared. We have not seen or heard of either of them in centuries now. I suspect we will find them again one day."
His own shoulders lifted in something of a shrug, as if such demonic creatures still roaming the earth was hardly a terribly great concern for the present moment as Alexander neatly attempted to park the car. Matteo's efforts to suggest they merely gently nudge the car in front of them up a little was met with a look of outright horror from Sebastian and open scorn from Alexander in turn. The hunter insisting it was a car and not a horse as Matteo's own eyes rolled, both hands merely thrown into the air as he exited that car. His attention, for now, returned to his own grinning sons as they stood beside that shining new car with clear glare. His very query to Aiden on how that car drove was met with the assertion it had been smooth. The look of glee on the boys face prompting that further simper to his own as the family moved to follow Alexander inside. Matteo taking that opportunity to assure them all he would be back in a few moments.
It so hardly took long to appear within his own kitchen within France to grab those finished meals. Gregory, in his usual fluster, still attempting to garnish those dishes Matteo had started earlier in the evening and left under his manservants care. The Frenchman easily grasped at those plates then, balancing them precariously and yet expertly upon his arms and hands before abruptly disappearing once more only to reappear within the dining room in Alexander's loft. That chicken cordon bleu was passed neatly out to each person then. That dish a decidedly new one, at least for Sebastian, Dorian and Aiden. Matteo having cooked it several times before for Alexander. A simple snap of his fingers so readily saw that final piece appear upon the table then. That decidedly extravagant chocolate chip cookie cake taking center stage upon the table then. A decidedly divine dessert to share after that dinner. Aiden's bottle of whisky was placed beside it, along with those summoned glasses. Matteo afforded that table a final glance to assure it was hardly lacking before his own shoes were easily stepped out off and cast to the side. Matteo taking his own seat beside Aiden and across from Dorian then.
"It's Chicken Cordon Bleu, Aiden. Do not stare at it so critically. It won't kill you to try new foods. You will like it, I promise. Dorian if you try to touch that cake again I will not give you any. Im watching you too, Sebastian."
Sebastian, unlike his husband, had made utterly no effort to reach for that cake at all and yet, really, it was rather amusing to see the look of alarm that found Sebastian's features all the same. An impish look so finding Matteo's features as he gestured for them all the begin that dinner. This, he was assured, was a perfect evening.
c'est dur d'être un dieu.