That inquisitive voice drew the vampire's crystalline blue eyes from the retreating form of his husband. That French word sounded decidedly flat upon Arlo's lips, missing those subtle accents that so defined the romantic flow of that French language. It was clear the man had little experience with any sort of foreign tongue, though Sebastian hardly faulted the American man in the slightest. "Bi-ch-et-te." He repeated, drawing out those syllables for ease of pronunciation. "The literal translation is 'my doe'." Sebastian paused, purposefully leaving out that the word was feminine in nature, as if it was not already obvious. "It is the equivalent of 'my dear', I suppose." A small shrug crossed his shoulders as the Englishman leaned upon that fence. Sebastian hardly suspected his companion's wariness of those horses, much less the suspicion he seemed to hold over Dorian's ability to ride one without his constant fretting. Still, Sebastian had, admittedly, created quite a reputation for himself and his ability to worry over the fae Monarch. That he was so unperturbed by Dorian's desire to ride out of his view surely spoke volumes of his trust within his husband's skill in that saddle. At the very least, Sebastian was certain that the King would return to him in one piece, particularly with his god father at his side.

It was that very mention of a horse coming at the sound of it's name, however, that caused Sebastian's attention to turn to his own ivory mare still settled within her paddock. Her gaze was wholly focused with such want down the trail Dorian and Alexander had disappeared down, clearly wishing to join them and upset by the simple fact that she had been left behind. He wa ignorant, truly, to how much the Englishman himself resembled Stella. He could hardly help it really! After spending near every waking moment with the fae King over the last month or so, it felt almost....peculiar to return to the busy metropolis and their usual routines. It was that gentle shove upon his shoulder that drew his attention away from his own internal pining. That toothy grin upon Arlo's features was met with a roll of Sebastian's eyes. "Oh, shut up." He reached out, returning that push with little concern for his own strength, the vampire entirely willing to catch Arlo off guard and topple the man onto the other side of the fence. "Stella, look what I found for you." He called to the mare, already suspecting Arlo's aversion to the large creature.

He was teasing the poor vampire, naturally, entirely certain the mare would fully ignore them both entirely until Dorian and his stallion returned or until she saw Sebastian carrying a saddle for herself. Sebastian watched as Arlo resettled upon that fence, only to inform him that he had managed to find those papers the vampire had tasked him to retrieve from his parent's home. They were no sure-fire way to retrieve the rights for those songs but they were, at the very least, a start. Before such business could begin, however, Arlo seemed all but determined to take care of those niceties, the very things that friends surely did....right? Sebastian had, admittedly, spoken of their honeymoon many times before and yet, tonight, for the first time, he allowed his thoughts to trail naturally rather than utter the same rehearsed speech they had given the magazines and gossip columns. That polar night had been blissful, really, to not have to worry about the sun or fret over how much time he had left. It had been a dream really and yet, even it hadn't compared to those daytime hours spent upon the warmth of the beaches. That story of his honeymoon, however was interrupted by one singular query, one that prompted even Sebastian himself to halt - "Huh?" He inquired, his crystalline gaze refocused upon Arlo beside him.

"We rented a beach house right on the beach. I like the sound of the ocean." He responded with a small shrug, carefully avoiding the issue. Although those tourists upon the Galapagos would have surely seen the Italian Prince out within those daylight hours, they had been careful with the use of Dorian's power. It was only when he was cornered that Sebastian tended to lie, claiming he had some sort of affinity for day-walking. Although Arlo had become a close friend, Sebastian found himself unable to trust even him with the truth of what Dorian could do. He continued out without any further hesitation, instead mentioning the second dog they had taken in. That look of surprise prompted a soft chuckle on his lips before his head bobbed. "Yeah, he and Max have been playing all bloody night. They're both probably passed out in the kitchen. They like how cold the tile is." He shook his head, clearly finding those dogs antics ridiculous, endearing though it was. He hadn't expected Maxwell to take such a liking to the puppy and yet, their well behaved hound had so readily embraced that newest addition to their home.

It was only natural, really, for Sebastian to turn those very inquiries back upon Arlo himself, inquiring after that petite young redhead he'd become so smitten with. He could see that goofy grin already alighting the man's features at the mere mention of the girl. God, and Arlo had claimed he was whipped! It was, however, that mention of the new painting that momentarily distracted him, those very thoughts of that intimate moment he'd had with the fae King under the warm glow of the afternoon sun prompted a wistful simper to his lips, even as he assured his companion that the piece of art was hardly meant to be any distinct thing at all. His head bobbed ever so slightly at that vague compliment, the vampire admittedly as eager to turn the conversation away from the painting as Arlo himself was. He could hardly deny that he was pleased at how his wedding had so capitulated Arlo's career back into the spotlight, just as he had promised the man it would. It was nice to know things were working out for the pair...at least, for the most part. His lips pressed together ever so slightly at that mention of Arlo's trip back to his parents, even despite Arlo's efforts to brush over the trip entirely. Frankly, he understood the vampire's design to not talk about the whole affair well. Though Sebastian had never had anything less than a stellar relationship with his own family, he understood that desire and the disappointment that came from no longer having one.

"You know, Arlo....it sounds like you've already found your new family with Abby." He commented in a rare glimpse of an almost sage sort of advice. "Sometimes...the family we choose turns out to be better than the family we were born with." A simper crossed his features as he glanced over at his companion, "I'm glad the whole trip wasn't a waste though." After all, how awful would it have been to go all that way and through all of that only to come up short of those very papers that had sent Arlo back in time in the first place? His gaze briefly fluttered away from the vampire at his side, those crystalline eyes skirted that treeline as Arlo continued to speak, hesitating to ask whatever inquiry had lingered upon the forefront of his mind. His gaze shifted back towards the vampire, that singular look intended to prompt the man along. Those very feelings that came tumbling from Arlo's lips however, only served to prompt a warm chuckle upon Sebastian's own. Dear God, how he knew those very feelings that Arlo admitted to! Frankly, he suspected even Dorian was oblivious to the sheer strength of that possessive, territorial obsession he felt for his husband. How he had tried to hide it within those earlier days!

"It's a vampire thing, don't stress yourself out too much about it. From what I've noticed it only seems to really manifest when we find...'the one'. My coven leader fell in love with this other guy from our coven before I met Dorian. God, I used to flirt with her right in front of him just to see how angry he'd get about it. I think she enjoyed it though but he was so bloody easy to egg on and now I'm not any fucking different with Dorian." His head shook ever so slightly. "I suppose I deserve it." Sebastian continued with a small glimpse of bemusement. "The territorial obsession may get worse as you two....get closer but....the urge to kill because of it will lessen. It's only so strong because you're so young. You'll get better at controlling that side of you in time. I tried to keep it from Dorian too....until I hissed at a woman who set the sofa he was sitting on on fire." He had quite near wanted to kill her at the time too, had it not been for the fact that she was already wounded and that Dorian was in the room. However, that part of the story was one he was willing to leave absent, much less the sheer amount of control that night have taken from him. Instead, Sebastian merely let that shrug fall from his shoulders, as if to suggest it was merely something that occasionally happened.