Matteo

It's tough to be a god

How very that combination of venoms was so proving to be. That near intoxicating force of Sebastian's venom so combined with the sedation of Arlo's own so acting as a veritable assault upon Damon's system. The vampire was quick to stumble in the wake of that injection, his legs all but failing him as he made some attempt to grasp at the wall before sliding down it- insisting as he did so that he was the veritable 'bite master'. A curious crown to afford oneself with and yet Matteo saw little need to argue the fact. Damon's demand to know just what he had been injected with promptly coaxed that frown to Matteo's own features if only for the use of the word 'boy'. Ah, but it had surely been centuries since he was called as such! The Frenchman glancing toward Alexander with the insistence the Hunter was forbidden from commenting upon that singular barb. Alex feigning at innocence with his assurance he had hardly intended to. A likely story. That chuckle that laced the Macedonian's words all but giving away his intent and yet for now Matteo so allowed such a thing to pass. The Frenchman instead affording his companion tht warning that Sebastian's venom might yet prompt feelings of...need within their vampiric experiment. Alexander so effortlessly making that deduction in a manner Matteo truly should have come to expect. His age-old companion eyeing him surreptitiously then before commenting upon his own desires those weeks passed and his veritable need to visit Giselle. The Frenchman, even after all these years, incapable of not allowing that almost sheepish look to overcome him. Alexander, after all, had warned him agianst allowing either Sebastian or Arlo from biting him. The risk that either of those vampires would be unable to stop distinctly high. It was merely fortunate Sebastian hardly remembered either the encounter or the taste of his blood. Matteo near assured Alexander had already considered a lecture upon the topic. The Fae quick to change that line of conversation instead to just how good his night with Giselle had been- and how very available her sister was should Alexander find himself inclined to join them. The age-old Hunter seeming to contemplate that offer for several moments before asking to be reminded off it after they were done here.

"I shall remind you, Mon Amie. Giselle and Amélie will be back in France the week after next. They would enjoy our company. Think on it."

One eye lifted just so at that offer he made. Matteo assured such an evening might be superior to the one they had shared all those years ago with those twins in Montreal. That evening the result of far to much alcohol, several riots and the adrenaline that so came with battle- and the need for its release. Neither of them, perhaps, having been at their peak level of performance that evening with little to work with save for those awful beds and yet it had still proven to be a rather enjoyable affair. Someone else, it seemed, had been listening rather keenly to that conversation. Damon promptly announcing that twins were fun, before proceeding to describe just what he would like to have them do. Hmm. Damon, it seemed, was decidedly well practised when it came to such affairs. Matteo unable to prevent that faint touch of amusement to his lips.

"We shall have to remember that, thank you."

He offered readily. Damon, he suspected, having forgotten about twins entirely in the space of those short moments. The vampire instead professing his adoration for his fiance and his belief she was the prettiest girl in the world. That dubious snort from Alexander seemed entirely unnoticed by the Undead man. Matteo offering that congratulations for his wedding all the same as Damon afforded him that positively beaming grin. The vampire making some sort of attempt to praise his future-wife's abilities on both the streets and within the sheets, his train of thought readily lost and he seemed to question himself before giving up entirely. That venom, it seemed, thoroughly taking hold now. Matteo glanced but briefly back at his companion then, meeting the Hunter's gaze before he dared to shift forward. The Frenchman crouching down in front of Damon now with that clear intent to examine just how firm that venoms hol was upon the man. The vampire, in the least, hardly appearing hungry in any sense. Alexander, he knew, sure to be ready all the same just in case those desires to bite might return.

Damon so suddenly lent forward then. The vampire appearing to examine him for a moment before those very amorous feelings he had all but wanted Alexander off seemed to make themselves potently known. Damon proclaiming that, were he a gay man, he would thoroughly have enjoyed indulging in Matteo's apparent sexiness and that together they would surely have created genetically gifted offspring- and that Alexander would not. Ah, but how he could hardly prevent that ready laugh that left his lips then! That warm sound nothing short of genuine even as Damon moved to insist he was only kidding. That decidedly unimpressed look upon Alexanders features far to amusing. The vampire chuckle so joining his own then before Matteo's gaze met Damons once more

"Do you know, Mon Amie, I cross very well over Italians- you are Italian are you not? My work with the Spanish has also produced favourable results. You should not discount my companion though. Some of his daughters over the years have been rather exceptional."

Well- it was true. Dorian a near perfect example off his ability with Italian women- and Spanish in turn. Isabella having been both, after all. His compliments of Alexander's 'abilities' equally true. Alexander had, over the centuries, fathered more than one daughter who had grown up rather lovely. His children so tending to inherit his near striking blue green eyes. Matteo's near sudden insistence that Alexander was now Pedro really seemed to prompt the Hunter's ire. That near deadpan comment so earning the Macedonian a shrug off his own shoulders.

"What's wrong with Pedro?"

He commented near innocently. Only for Damon to chime in once more with the notion Pedro was not at all a sexy name and that he had little idea where this party he was hosting was supposed to be. The world, apparently, his party. Alexander's sudden decision to name him Carlos, of all things, readily prompted that scowl to his own features. Matteo mouthing that name in clear disbelief back towards his companion. Damon once more declaring Carlos too- lacked sexiness and that surely it could not be his name. Matteo affording Alexander a look of mock seriousness then.

"Yes, Pedro. My name cannot be Carlos because it is clearly supposed to be Calvin- like the underwear."

How readily that chuckle threatened to spill from his lips! Alexander moving to join him then for that 'sit-down' party they appeared to be having. Damon in no real condition to stand even if he desired too. Just how affected the man's mind was by the extent of those venoms however remained to be seen. Matteo wholly determined to test him just a little before they left him for the evening. Damon, for his part, nodded readily at the insistence he was a good host, banging his head agianst the wall as he did before declaring there would be plenty of women and drinks and songs. Matteo casting a momentary glance around that alleyway. Yes. So many women and drinks. His head shaking softly at Damon's query.

"No, Mon Amie, you did not miss the drinks. They have not come out yet. I wonder though if you could do a favour for me, since we are such very good friends no? Could you tell me your name please, how old you are and where it was you met your other good friend, Pedro?"

Matteo gestured lightly to Alexander then. The Frenchman content to see whether that venom had effected Damon's long term memory of his life itself- or just those more recent ones. That, he suspected, would tell him all he needed to know of the venoms strength. Sebastian, after all, had remembered veritably nothing after that venom had worn off. Yet, Matteo had hardly tested what he knew while currently under the venoms power as Damon was now.