The vibrant hue of his emerald irises brushed over the sportscars that slowly filled into line around his sibling's circular driveway. Each one was parked with meticulous care, Dorian's staff well trained to ensure each car was hardly close enough to scrape the paint of the one next to it whilst attempting to ensure each vehicle made it into the gated estate. He had to admit, albeit with little more than a silent, judging look of approval, that his brother's staff were...certainly of a higher caliber than the riff-raff that occupied the Ark. Clearly, money could buy good help after all. He was hardly oblivious, however, to the lack of one particular blue vehicle - the Aventador still missing even despite the headstart that Matteo surely would have gained upon them. It concerned him, the absence of his father, and yet it was hardly the concern that Matteo had made off with the vehicle as Mira so suggested. The young woman's half jest of sicking Tobias upon him prompted a small shake of the Alpha's head. "Tobias would not even be able to find him if he did not wish to be found." He muttered, his own thoughts instead turned with the plausibility at Matteo having crashed the vehicle and losing the fae in some firey wreckage of his own creation. The Aventador, after all, could be replaced, as painful as it was to consider. Matteo could not be.

An audible sigh left Tetradore's lips, his shoulders taut with the stress that the evening seemed determined to pile upon him in such overwhelming heaping amounts. Admittedly, it was that very strain upon the Alpha that prompted his steadfast silence, the man retreating back within himself in the manner he so often did when the world seemed determined to bring about his utter downfall. For a moment, Tetradore turned his attention towards the truck of the Noir, the Were-King retrieving the duffle bags from the depths of the vehicle with little a word uttered of his intentions. He slung one of the bags over his shoulder, Raven's smaller one nestled within his other hand after the trunk was closed and the Noir locked. He trailed silently after Sebastian, the Alpha hardly perturbed by the extravagance that surrounded him now that he had spent many an evening within his brother's home - much less in comparison to what he had seen at the heart of Caserta itself.

The presence of his brother's dogs was entirely expected, Prescott entirely overjoyed to lick his fingers even at the risk of half colliding into the duffle bag he held. For now, however, Tetradore ignored the canine he usually freely welcomed, Matteo's absence far too demanding to distract him. Dorian was already upon his feet the moment they stepped over the threshold, Aiden for once choosing to interrupt the royal couple's reunion with the inquiry on whether or not his brother had heard from their father. That small shake of Dorian's head only furthered the frown upon his features, the Alpha gingerly dropping the two duffle bags by Dorian's sofa. The Italian's question on whether or not it would have taken the fae that long to arrive prompted Aiden's head to shake in return. "No, it shouldn't..." He muttered softly, his vivid gaze turned towards the window in silent contemplation. Those considerations were interrupted only by that feminine voice he knew so well. Immediately, his attention turned towards Mira, his brow furrowing at her suggestion before Tetradore reached into his pocket, fishing out his own phone.

He was hardly concerned with Matteo touching his vehicles, at least not in the way Mira seemed to anticipate from him. In some things, he trusted the Frenchman inexplicably and yet....driving was another matter entirely. His fingers deftly moved across the screen of his phone, texting his father one simple message: 'where r u'. He was hardly attentive to the introductions taking place before him as he sent his text message, the Were-King glancing up only at Dorian's mention of his 'staff'. His brows rose altogether quizzically, the Alpha so rarely considering his pack as 'staff', even if they were...in a manner of speaking...exactly that. His emerald gaze slid towards his brother-in-law as Sebastian interrupted, insisting that Mira most certainly wasn't what they would consider 'staff'. That slight gesture was hardly missed by the Were-King, though Aiden had little idea of its meaning as he stared blankly at the vampire. "Uhhh...no, she's -" Those very words, however, were cut off by a resounding thud, one that seemed to echo throughout the estate. The very noise caused Tetradore to flinch, if only because some part of him placed the distinct noise of something hitting the metal of a car...likely one of his cars.

Maxwell had near immediately took the noise like some sort of assault upon himself, the Rottweiler barking angrily at the back of the house where it had originated from. Quickly, the Were-King moved around the sofa, Aiden glancing through the kitchen and towards the large glass windows in the breakfast nook and the view of the back garden that it provided both him and the rest of the party. The very sight of his blue Aventador on Dorian's lawn prompted his mouth to open in utter shock of the very scene he stared at. Several pots had shattered over the hood of that lowset vehicle, the white decorative fence upon the top of the vehicle, it's hood nestled deeply in several large bushes, the flowers' petals fluttering down around his vehicle. "What....the...fuck." His baritone voice broke the silence that had befallen the party, his words loudly echoing in the living room, each one punctuated with his utter disbelief of the vehicle. He knew Matteo was a horrendous driver but who the FUCK teleported in the middle of driving?! Even he was not that fucking dumb! Matteo could have ended up inside the house at the speeds his car could go! The fae sure as fuck was not that good to stop the vehicle on a dime, as if the present location of the car was not proof enough of that as it was!

He watched, aghast, as Matteo swung open the Aventador's gull-wing door, the rose bush surely scraping the pristine blue paint in the gesture before his father stepped out of the car, entirely unphased. He was hardly attentive, in that moment, to Sebastian's comment of the rose bush or Dorian's lamentations of his Azaleas, Aiden's attention entirely focused upon his father. Any words he expected to come out of the fae's mouth at the state of his vehicle, however, simply failed to occur altogether the Frenchman stepped into the home, his silver eyes turning upon each of them in turn. Aiden was hardly oblivious to just how those entrancing silver irises turned from him - Matteo clearly knowing well of what he had done!

Aiden's brow rose even further as Matteo declared that Mira was his girlfriend! Of all the nerve! That very title was one the Were-King had so purposefully been dancing around for months, though Mira had never once approached the topic either. She was seemingly as afraid of it as he was, only for Matteo to just...declare it so. Even that however, was hardly enough to distract Aiden from the fate of his car, his emerald eyes turned from his father towards his poor blue Lamborghini and back again, the vehicle looking wholly pathetic beneath the array of debris that still covered its hood. That clear look of utter shock persisted upon his features as Matteo stepped forward to offer Mira his hand and, in turn, those proper introductions that Aiden had thus far failed to make. Effortlessly, Matteo provided those very connections that Aiden had to each member of the present party, filling in those gaps that Aiden had allowed to persist for some time. His family - his brother, his brother-in-law and, most importantly, his father. The very father that had driven his car into the back of Dorian's garden - a fact that Aiden had most certainly not forgotten. How quickly he seemed to find his voice in the wake of those introductions, his tone unusually loud and sharp, that irritation, annoyance, and the stress of the night so clearly seeping through as he turned upon the Frenchman.

".....are you a fucking idiot?!?! YOU DROVE MY CAR INTO SOME FUCKING BUSHES, MATTEO! What the actual fuck were you doing!? What the fuck were you thinking! You could have teleported into the god damned side of the fucking house with the speed you were going! Give me the fucking keys. You're going to fix the Aventador...and the fucking roses....and the...aze...whatever the fuck those flowers were and I swear to God Matteo if you ever attempt something so fucking stupid again...! Dorian take a picture of this and send it to Alex." He pointed quite purposefully at the diaster of his vehicle, Aiden was entirely certain that if anyone was capable of stopping his father's shenanigans it would be their grandfather. That threat was far better than any sort of 'or else' that Aiden himself might be able of producing. How very clear it was, in that moment, that Aiden was simply incapable of relaxing when the Aventador remained...well...like that, everything else simply failing to register to him when he was already striving and failing to cope with the events of the night. This, it seemed, was the final straw in his fraying emotional stability.