Matteo

It's tough to be a god

He had, perhaps, underestimated the very skill of the vampire they had chosen tonight. Matteo willing to admit he had not peered too deeply into that future beyond the notion that a vampire would present itself. It was, admittedly, a little careless on his own part not to have further delved into the future to see either how difficult or how powerful their adversary might prove himself and yet really- it was far to late for such worries now. Besides, it was hardly as if Alexander and himself could not handle it. They had surely faced far more fearsome things then this vampire and yet Matteo was not above admitting that Damon was more powerful then he had anticipated- and decidedly confident in that power in turn. In the least it would be good test of substance he had created and how it might affect an older, more powerful vampire. The Frenchman's role in that very battle that ensued was, like most of their battles agianst the Undead, to merely provide a veritable distraction and stay out of the man's immediate reach while providing that early warning for Alexander on any of those incoming powers. The Hunter having garnered that energy blast of sorts for himself, Alexanders own abilities acting to aid the man as both of them leapt clear. What a terribly....annoying power. Damon very near content to goad at them both. Intriguing fellow.

Matteo reappeared easily behind the vampire then, that subtle flick off his hand so assuring Alexander off his intentions, the Hunter nodding in understanding, before the near ancient Fae removed himself from that battle entirely- just as Damon so swung to face him. The vampire forced to focus entirely upon Alexander now as the age-old Hunter summoned that spear. The Frenchman, for several passing seconds, was merely content to watch that battle. Alexander's attempts to maneuver Damon into position for him readily seemed to see the vampire respond, Damon focused entirely upon his companion, that affinity for energy at the ready once more. Matteo momentarily curious as to whether or not those blasts would block Alexander's spear and yet, he supposed, he should hardly allow it to occur merely for his own intrigue. How very cross Alexander would be if he did such a thing. His own affinity was summoned once more. Matteo appearing suddenly behind and slightly to Damon's right with that syringe in hand, that silver tip jabbed directly into the vampires neck- prompting that sudden profanity from the man. Matteo unable to prevent that slight amusement that found his features at the very gesture. That teleportation was summoned a final time, the Frenchman removing himself from Damon's immediate reach to take up that new place beside Alexander with that uttered insistence he was certain he had gotten most of it in. Those rarely spoken Greek words flowing smoothly from his lips even if he was quite assured his pronunciation on several of those words was perhaps a little off. It had been....a long time, after all, since there had been any need to speak Alexander's native tongue fluently. Damon's own words in regards to that game of cat and mouse seeming to near slur towards the end. Matteo offering that simple shrug as he regarded the vampire before him.

"I am sorry Mon Amie, but I cannot let you get hold of me, you might bite me and I would find that greatly displeasing."

That venom, in the least, seemed to be taking hold just as quickly as he had suggested to Alex that it might. Damon's legs all but beginning to fail him. Matteo content to watch with a near rapt curiosity as the vampire reached for the nearest wall in an effort to keep himself upright before giving up altogether and sliding down that very wall onto the ground below with that slurred demand to know what he was given. The Frenchman scowling slightly as he glanced toward Alex.

"Fairy boy? Ah, two thousand years and I am still not a man! Do not comment upon that. You however Monsieur, were given a combination of two different vampire venoms. We needed to see how it worked on a vampire, do not worry, we will not kill you. Tell me, how do you feel?"

Whether or not Damon was even capable of answering that question he hardly knew and yet it so hardly hurt to try. The vampire proceeding to stare off into space for several long moments then as Matteo's attention returned largely to Alexander with that very warning there was every chance that venom might prompt those more....amorous tendencies in their victim in turn. Alexander wholly quick to step further back. That chuckle readily rising within the Frenchmans own throat before his age-old companion so effortlessly put two and two together and so commented upon his own near desperate need to see Giselle that very night he had returned from collecting that venom from Sebastian and Arlo in turn. Matteo so affording his companion that near sheepish look. The Frenchman having so purposely avoided admitting Sebastian had bitten him and yet, as he so often did, Alexander had easily extracted that veritable truth. Matteo shrugging once more, that impish grin finding him.

"Giselle and I had an excellent night. You know, Mon Amie, she has a sister if you are ever so inclined. It could be like Montreal 1933 all over again with those twins we had. Ideally though with nicer beds and without a riot going on outside."

That ready chuckle at that near age-old memory hummed from within his throat once more. Matteo distracted from any further memories then by Damon's sudden insistence he could hear a good song. The Frenchman eyeing him quizzically then. He had not been asked 'what's shakin' since the seventies. Amusement tugged at his features once more. That venom, it seemed, having firmly pulling Damon beneath its sway. How very...happy the fellow seemed. That blissful embrace having surrounded him entirely as he promptly declared his fiance was the prettiest girl in the world. The vampire dragging out several of his words then with that insistence this girl made him very happy.

"I am pleased to hear it. Congratulations on your upcoming marriage."

Matteo assured him near warmly. The Frenchman glancing toward Alexander then before wandering forward and closer to Damon now to better examine that venoms handiwork. The Fae crouching down in front of the vampire now, his figure still just slightly out of reach even if he was rather assured Damon was largely incapable of lunging for him even if he desired too. The vampire suddenly insisting he was hosting a party. Matteo eyeing him curiously, that simper finding his lips as he glanced once more back towards Alexander.

"Where, might I ask, Mon Amie, are you hosting this party? Is it here in this alleyway? Is it a sitting-down party? We would love to come, wouldn't we....Pedro."

It would hardly do to use Alexander's real name lest the vampire somehow remember it. Matteo content to merely pluck veritable name out of nowhere. Alexander, he was sure, looked exactly like a Pedro.

"We have not been to an awesome party in a long time and you seem a very good host."