The secret side of me, I never let you see. I keep it caged inside but I can't control it.
Affection had never been Aiden's strongest point. Within his life, those genteel touches that should have been associated with love and adoration were so often laced with malice and misfortune till the Were-King avoided them altogether. It made moments such as this, when he so purposefully sought to bestow such gestures of emotion, all the more meaningful. Dorian, however, seemed wholly caught off guard by the whole affair. The fae near froze within his arms, the very rigidity momentarily drawing the emerald of Aiden's irises towards his sibling before, slowly, the King's figure seemed to relax. Dorian's arms slowly lifted to wrap around his well-defined figure. Softly, Aiden's baritone voice muttered his appreciate for all Dorian had done to contribute to that sleek ebony car they stood before. After all, he was all too painfully aware of just how much effort that vehicle had been to procure, much less the very cost associated with it! How he had once looked upon it with such envy! He'd never imagined that he might be the one to own it! Slowly, Tetradore released his brother, only to be presented with a clear grin from the Italian. Dorian, it seemed, was all too aware of just how rare it was when Aiden made such an effort, though the fae saw little reason to comment upon it as he so purposefully shifted the conversation instead towards dinner.
The very mention of it, naturally, brought forth such thoughts of that macaroni dish that Aiden all but relished in. However, the Frenchman had made that pasta more than once for him during his stay in France, clearly attempting to persuade him to eat when food and life had lost all allure. Tetradore hardly made such mention of that trip or how recently he'd had that pasta, instead inquiring after Dorian's own favorite food that was apparently made rather infrequently. Those Italian words he was rewarded with, however, only saw his eyebrow rise as his emerald eyes stared at his sibling in a wholly blank manner. Dorian, thankfully, was quick to translate that dish, only to describe the very contents of it. The mention of pine nuts wholly caught the Alpha off guard though he stopped himself midsentence of demanding to know why anyone would want to eat nuts covered in cheese. There were far better dishes, he was sure, that the warm gooey substance could cover instead of nuts. His brother was altogether quick to pick up upon his very reluctance of the dish as the Monarch questioned if he too abhorred nuts in the same way that Matteo does. "They're very.............nutty." He commented with a small glimpse of disgruntlement upon his features. Nothing, he was sure, was more disappointing than finding nuts in his desserts. Frankly, he'd yet to see nuts utilized in any way that he'd found even the slightest bit pleasing. Even that Chinese restaurant Tobias and he favored was incapable of luring him with its nuts in chicken dishes. Both men were far more inclined to simply pick them out - lest they ordered every dish but that one.
Such intense considerations of nuts, however, were put aside the moment that Alexander's Bently turned down the street, finding a parking spot just several cars further down from their own. He watched as the trio of men tumbled out of the vehicle, whatever conversation they'd been having clearly leaving a distinct mark upon them all. It was only Matteo's query after the Bugatti that once again prompted a near boyish grin to Aiden's features, even if his description of the ride was relatively concise. After all, he'd yet, truly, to really play with his newest acquisition. He yearned to test the car out on those country roads, to see just how quickly it could go and how well it handled on the twists and turns of the mountain paths. Nevertheless, Aiden quickly fell into step with his father and grandfather, his hands nestling within the depths of his pockets as he allowed Dorian an uninterrupted moment to reunite with his husband. Upon entering the darkness of the cafe, however, Matteo was all too quick to vanish with the vague assurance he'd return, one that Tetradore was all too used to. His own gaze swept over the interior of the cafe - the man distinctly aware of the difference of the place, even if he failed to voice a syllable of his observation. Rather, he trailed after Alexander as his grandfather led the way upwards and into the loft above the business. It was Dorian alone who inquired after those changes to the cafe, though Alexander's rather brief story prompted his brows to rise ever so slightly. A were-rhino, huh? It was a shame. The creature could have done well within the Ark, people would have paid for that.
His brother's sudden question of what a rhino was, however, caused the emerald of his eyes to shift towards the fae. "Seriously?" He inquired, clearly not believing that Dorian didn't know what that was. Even he knew what that was and he'd basically grown up under a rock! It was Sebastian's rather...practical description that saw Tetradore snort as he all but flopped lackadaisically in the dining room chair, kicking off his shoes in the process. "Think like a super fat unicorn with stubby legs and a super fat horn." He paused for a moment before adding, "With the skin of an elephant. You know what an elephant is right? Do you know what a giraffe is....or a lion...a hyena? Wait, a hippo?" Those African animals were quickly listed off, the Were-King clearly far more curious of Dorian's lack of knowledge of animals then he was concerned with the issue of shoes. It was, however, the footwear that Dorian seemed to dwell upon most, the fae inquiring if he too should remove his shoes. That answer was one that Aiden wholly ignored, the Alpha having little intention of putting his back on now that they were off. It was only the fae King's insistence that he felt wild that prompted a roll of Tetradore's eyes, though any response he might have given was cut off entirely by the reappearance of their father. He watched as those plates were placed before each of them, the breadcrumbed chicken causing his brow to rise skeptically as he eyed it, only to poke the overly filled chicken with his finger.
His father's sudden insistence that it wouldn't kill him prompted a scowl on his features as his attention turned upwards towards the cake that now sat at the center of the table. It was the first time that Matteo had made him a birthday cake like this - the Alpha far more used to those French cakes he was often presented with. This, he was certain, was far better. A glass was soon placed in front of him - the tumbler filled with the intense scent of that liquor. He had only just reached for the glass to sniff the contents when Dorian insisted they should toast. Again. Toasting, it seemed, was very much the done thing at family dinners. "Thank you." He muttered to those happy birthday wishes - this by far the most anyone had celebrated his birthday, beyond Matteo's yearly efforts.