Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

Crowned Prince of Italy

A singular eyebrow rose precariously as he listened in acute silence to the conversation that took place between Matteo and Alexander. The Dark Hunter, it seemed, was hardly inclined to believe his son capable of driving any great distance without incident. Truly, Matteo could not be that poor of a driver, could he? A small frown toyed at the corners of the Englishman's lips and yet, Sebastian said naught a word at his father-in-law's beckoning. The duo, thankfully, were content to continue on as if his own interjection was hardly a necessity, and with the sleek black Bently insight, Sebastian was content to strive to get through that short drive in relative silence, if he could help it. With ease, he settled into the back seat of the car, the black bow that had once adorned the hood of Aiden's Bugatti settled at his side. Sebastian could hardly deny the brief glimpse of inquisitiveness as he listened to both fae and hunter discuss their upcoming plans for their far more...intimate endeavors with such distinct openness. Admittedly, he'd always thought their relationship to be far less...chummy then he had apparently given them credit for. Either way, Sebastian was wholly unprepared when the conversation shifted to his own exploits, that question so clearly contrived to land him in trouble, lest he lied outright of a fact they both distinctly new to be false.

The very last thing the Prince had anticipated was to find himself rescued by Dorian's own godfather. The Hunter, after all, had never been particularly...warm towards him. Rather, the Macedonian was more than often inclined to embrace Matteo's antics, or so he had noticed, particularly when they came to himself. His brow furrowed ever so slightly, the vampire utilizing that very distraction of time to come up with what he was certain was the most politically correct answer he could give without blatantly lying. After all, he knew distinctly well that a great many of his own 'conquests' were married or otherwise dating. Several times he'd come face to face with angry husbands that threatened to kick him from their homes. Other evenings it was them he had woed to bed in an unexpected menage-a-trois, one that often left such partner wholly baffled in the morning after. Such thoughts of days long past, however, were pushed aside as the conversation veered wildly off track. Sebastian's brow rose as Matteo teased his 'father' of his own proclaimed descendant from the Gods. It was a fact he had certainly heard before but Sebastian had never thought it to be true! Did Alexander truly believe he was some half-deity? Or a reincarnation of one? Inquisitively, the vampire's blue irises slid from his own father-in-law towards the far older Hunter. Alexander's silence seemed almost akin to a victory for the fae - that is, for an all too fleeting moment. That very announcement that Alexander had met Jesus seemed to stun the whole car into silence. It was not...impossible, the Hunter, after all, had been alive for far longer than Jesus and yet...even Sebastian could not help that look if disbelief upon his features.

That very glimpse of astonishment was mirrored upon Matteo's own features, though the fae was far faster at simply brushing it off with a near dismissive flick of his hand. Sebastian's own gaze shifted between the two men for a moment as Alexander's shoulder's lifted in a vague shrug. In a moment of weakness so very much like the man Sebastian had married, Matteo seemed to study his father before that same curiosity so prompted the fae to inquire after the particulars of that supposed encounter. The very tale that Alexander offered, however, only served to otherwise baffle the vampire. He hadn't the slightest idea of who Tiberius was, much less that Jesus had even had a brother. Had he? His gaze shifted between the two men before his lips parted, the Englishman aware, at some deeper level, of just how precarious that conversation surely could be, given the strict convictions of everyone within the vehicle. His very interruption with his own lineage and distinct ignorance on the marital status of his lovers seemed to provide Matteo with the perfect sort of distraction as the fae all but seized upon the very notion of his 'breeding' if it could be called such. That word, however, was altogether foreign to him as Matteo inquired after which of the two original demonic couple he hailed from. It was a fact that, frankly, Sebastian was equally as unaware of - though he was becoming increasingly aware of just how...common this was within the presence of Matteo and Alexander.

He watched as Matteo seemed to consider this fact for a moment before announcing exactly which of those two he suspected had contributed to Sebastian's own...particular genetic makeup. "I see" It was the only words, admittedly, that Sebastian could offer, though there was little doubt the vampire had every intention to look into this...Irdu that Matteo had spoken of. The very mention of Incubuses, however, seemed to drag up an entirely different memory in the pair as Matteo recalled the moment in which he had met the Queen of the Succubi herself. Alexander, however, seemed...less than enthused at even just the recollection of the woman. He listened with vague intrigue as Matteo commented upon Alexander's resilience to that call, leaving Sebastian momentarily inquisitive of weather or not the elder hunter would remain as immovable to his own lust-filled magic. It was a consideration that he was not particularly keen to test, however. Instead, Sebastian's voice softly inquired as to the very fate of that woman and the end of the tale. He was, admittedly, surprised to find that both she and her mate still walked the earth - or at least, they hadn't met their ends at the tip of the Hunter's practiced sword. How curious it might be to find and meet the very origin of his own Incubus line...the things this Irdu could teach him...

Those thoughts, however, were interrupted only by their arrival in front of the darkened storefront of Alexander's cafe. The Dark Hunter parked with particular ease upon the side of the road, even despite Matteo's suggestion that they nudge up the car in front of them. How utterly thankful he was to have finally arrived at their destination! Despite how greatly the Englishman desired to be liked by his husband's family, he could hardly deny that they were nothing short of...escentric. His gaze, as he stepped out of the vehicle, quickly found the enthusiastic silver hue of his lover's as Dorian all but rushed to join them. Sebastian hardly missed the very grin that seemed to be mirrored upon both men's features - that car ride clearly putting them both in an exceptional mood. Regardless, Sebastian was content to trail behind as his lover inquired after that very journey, one that had still left him reeling. His insistence that things had gone 'fine' was hardly one Dorian seemed inclined to believe as the fae's brow rose skeptically. Any assurances that Sebastian might have given, however, were cut off by his husband's persistence that he would merely ask later. His lover's own ride, it seemed was vastly more enjoyable, the fae near overwhelmed with enthusiasm as he recounted how Aiden had hugged him and thanked him for looking out for their father. How positively...delighted Dorian seemed! Sebastian, in turn, presenting his lover with a warm simper. "I'm glad you had a bit of time with him, Ma Biche." He murmured softly as Alexander opened the door to the cafe.

Matteo was quick to announce his return as the fae disappeared, leaving the Dark Hunter leading the small group into the cafe and up to the loft above the business. The very moment they stepped into the space, however, his lover seemed to note the dramatic differences within the room - the very sort of which he was inclined to inquire after as they were led towards the dinner table. That Alexander had been attacked by a rhino of all things, saw his eyebrows raise ever so slightly in surprise. Truly, he would have suspected such a scene would have made the local news - but, the Hunters did tend to keep a tight lip upon their affairs, leading to little but speculation from the media outlets. His lover's inquiry of what a rhino was, however, caused his gaze to shift towards the fae, the Prince reminded yet again of that need to take Dorian to a proper zoo. "It's a large African animal, with a horn." That description hardly did the creature justice and yet, truly, how did one describe a rhinosaurus? Dorian, however, seemed quickly distracted by an entirely different faux-pas. The removal of both Alexander and Aiden's shoes wholly seemed to catch his lover off guard, the fae inquiring if he too should remove his own shoes. The blue hue of his own irises shifted towards Alexander, the vampire pausing amid his movement to remove his own footwear before the Dark Hunter provided them with a nonchalant shrug.

The very lackadaisical ease to Alexander's tone was enough to prompt that glimpse of indecision upon his husband's features before, slowly, Dorian reached down to remove his own shoes - an action that Sebastian himself mirrored. That insistence that Dorian felt wild prompted a soft simper of bemusement upon his features before the Frenchman reappeared, arms filled with precariously balancing plates. "Thank you." He muttered as Matteo placed one such plate before him. It was curious, the dish before him. The breadcrumb chicken so strikingly...beneath the flair of what he knew Matteo could cook. Even so, he said little of it was Alexander reached for the bottle of whiskey, pouring into those tumblers the finest alcohol even he had contributed to purchasing in some time. His gaze deviated from the dish before him as Matteo snapped his fingers, prompting the abrupt arrival of a cake. What...a curious cake. It was only the Frenchman's declaration of the name of the dish in front of him that prompted some understanding from the vampire, his own gaze falling to the overly plump chicken. Cordon Bleu was definitely far more of the fae's...style. It was only the sound of his name that drew his attention upwards with a glimpse of surprise - he hadn't....touched anything...had he? His eyes shifted over the small party as if reassuring himself that this had...not been the case only to find a glass placed in front of him. He reached for the tumbler, raising his glass only to join in on that toast, "Happy Birthday, Aiden."