It was a decidedly...heavy-handed gesture upon his own part to so threaten his son in law with those subtleties of family, a weakness he knew was as deeply ingrained within the Englishman as that sense of duty itself. It was all-too easy to near force Sebastian's compliance in this- and too- that off his Crusnik companion. Matteo inclined to feel almost a little guilty over the whole affair and yet- he so hardly allowed such emotions to touch his features in that moment. Rather, the Frenchman so chose to present the vampiric pair with that guarded, if not faintly amused, expression he so often wore. A poker face he had perfected centuries ago. One he knew unsettled them both and yet with vampires it was perhaps a force of habit to so prevent them believing they might hold the upper hand. He would, in time, have to return this very favour to his son in law. Perhaps, eventually, he might even be able to tell the man exactly what his venom was for and yet here and now it was hardly safe to do so. Matteo so refusing both his companions the knowledge of the true use of their venom if only because in doing so kept them both safe. Dorian, in the least, would never forgive him were any harm to come to Sebastian and too, though he so hardly chose to admit it, he found the Englishman quote a favourable fellow. A little quirky perhaps and yet at his very core Sebastian was a good man. The very sort of person Dorian deserved. Even Arlo, though he knew little about just what sort of man the Crusnik was, had so far proven to have an agreeable sort of character even if he was likely never to forgive the Frenchman for those very actions about to occur. Still- the venom was surely worth a few awkward future conversations. Matteo already assured off his victory well before his son-in-laws eyes were cast to the ground in that near submissive defeat. Arlo, for his part, something nothing but oblivious to that silent battle that had been fought and won in front of him.

Matteo reached for the briefcase at his feet. The near ancient vampire hunting kit having seen far better days and yet it still had its uses. The Fae careful to keep its contents turned away from the pair as the he pried those locks open with expert ease. The man only vaguely listening to that conversation as it occured between the vampiric pair. At least until Sebastian so offered his own arm. Matteo's own gaze glanced upward just in time to see that predatory look pass like a shadow over the Crunik. A part of the Frenchman near fascinated to watch that exchange. After all, he had known terribly few Crusniks even in his own long life and yet that future so danced before his eyes like a warning of what would surely come were he to fail to act upon that moment. That accented command for Sebastian to move his arm issued too late. The vampire barely afforded that chance to respond before Arlo's teeth punctured into Sebastian's offered wrist. Even Matteo himself inclined to flinch ever so slightly with the force of those pointed fangs plunging into his son-in-laws flesh. Another soft sigh found its way from his lips as he rose from the previous comfort of that chair, the lid of the container unscrewed as Matteo allowed that teleportation to carry him towards the pair. Arlo's teeth still firmly embedded within Sebastian's arm, that very venom the Frenchman sort so being injected into Sebastian's figure. How wasteful.

His words, it seemed, fell upon deaf ears and yet he had anticipated little else. A feeding vampire was notoriously difficult to distract and indeed, in the worst of cases, prone to being decidedly violent. How unfortunate Alexander was so preoccupied with keeping Dorian from that house. His lifelong companion by far more adept at handling those more physical confrontations and yet- Matteo was hardly the sought of man to he cowed in any sense. His hand reaching to nestle within Arlo's hair as Sebastian saw fit to repeat the very words he had uttered. Matteo affording the Crusnik little chance to truly become aware of him before all but wrenching the man's head backward and prying those fangs from Sebastian's arm. There was a certain level of efficiency to those very actions that followed. Matteo quick to hook Arlo's fangs over the rim of that container before the man had the sense to close his mouth. The Fae holding the vampire there for several moments to let that venom run freely then. Each of those actions decidedly well-practised. This so hardly his first time. That very utterance offered to Sebastian then and yet his son-in-law had taken on a near....dazed appearance of sorts. Hmmm. Arlo's venom, it seemed, was incredibly quick in it's assault and yet- why shouldn't it be? A Crusnik was a vampire hunter. A creature designed to bring down an apex predator. His venom needed to be faster than a vampire could flee from him. How valuable a substance this was.

It was only once that container was sufficiently filled that Matteo released his grip on Arlo's hair. The Crusnik sputtering and cursing at him over the indignity off it as the Frenchman merely screwed that lid into place and returned that container to the box. Matteo plucking a second container from within before offering it toward Sebastian then. His son-in-law having taken up a new position beside a chair. The mans reactions almost....lazy. How curious. That container was plucked from his hand all the same. Sebastian appearing to eye it for several moments before making his way around that chair- only to flop within it. Matteo allowing one eye to raise in a vague curiosity. Sebastian proceeding to pout at him in that moment before announcing he was not difficult, rather, it was Matteo himself whom was so apparently the difficult one. Hmmm, how terribly bold off him. That vague flicker of amusement tugged lightly at the corner off his lips and yet just what had amused the Fae so decidedly remained to be seen. Sebastian proceeding to place that container on his finger only to mimic the Frenchman. Arlo the one now accused of being difficult. The newly recovered Crusnik wiping his lips on his sleeve before eyeing Sebastian and himself, his arms thrown upward. "Me!? I didn't get a bloody chance, your lunatic of a Father in law just.....assaulted me, I think. Is that assault? Can we sue him for that? God, I don't know why im asking you, Seb."

"I did not assault you, Mon Amie, I forcefully made my point. There is a difference."

Arlo's own features frowned as if he was truly contemplating those words. Matteo content to continue to eye Sebastian all the same. The Fae rather intently curious of his son-in-law in that moment, in the least, the effects that venom seemed to result in as it ravaged his system. Sebastian so seeming void off his usual....anxiousness. How curious this was. Matteo so contemplating in that moment the very morals of so testing that venom even further. His silver gaze glancing toward Arlo once more.

"Arlo, tell me, is this the usual response to your venom?"
"Well, yeah, I mean, Seb's actually pretty strong, weaker vampires pass out completely which makes it easier for me to feed but before they do they are all like this. He's basically just really high and on a sedative all at once. He won't be able to run or anything and it's really hard for him to use any of his powers"
"Is he more inclined to suggestion?"
"I....what?"
"Can you convince him of things more readily when he's like this?"
"Bud, I don't exactly chat with my victims, I don't know. Don't make him upset though, christ, he goes bloody depressive when he's high and sad.He'll be pretty hungry too just...so you know."

Matteo's own features frowned once more, the Fae proceeding to wander back towards his son-in-law then. Sebastian so apparently still taken with that container. Matteo reached up to lift it gently from his finger then before proceeding to lean against the couch beside him. That easy smile finding his lips as he met Sebastian's own rather baffled gaze.

"Sebastian, is Were blood or Human blood your favourite?"

The answer, he suspected, was neither. Matteo entirely inclined to believe that Sebastian, like most Vampire, would be highly partial to that Fae blood and yet that answer had been purposefully omitted. Matteo wholly inclined to see whether or not that venom so affected Sebastian's ability to make decisions outside of what had been suggested to him. The Frenchman hardly inclined to waste such an opportunity as this to test the effects of Arlo's venom upon another vampire as he waited near patiently for the answer. Arlo himself watching the pair almost curiously. Matteo teleporting abruptly away from Sebastian to grasp that briefcase and appear beside the vampire in the chair once more. That case, this time, placed upon the coffee table and facing Sebastian himself. Arlo's own eyes widening as he glanced inside it. "Can I look at that?"

"Hmm? Oh, go ahead, Mon Amie. Mind the bullets though, they are silver."

There was little harm Arlo could do to himself so examining the contents. Those stakes and crosses and silver bullets resting amongst several pairs of pliers and knives. Matteo leaving Arlo to examine that case before reaching for another small box resting within. His figure settling on the arm of the chair Sebastian lounged within. The lid of this new little wooden box flicked open to present Sebastian with row upon row upon row of different vials of blood, each one of them labelled with the species they had come from. Matteo rather assured the vampire could smell just what he was being presented with. The vast majority of them (perhaps concerningly) fresh. Matteo holding that box out of Sebastian's immediate reach.

"Ah, ah, Mon Amie. You have to do something for me first if you would like to try one. Do you see this container, yes? I need your venom in here. Do you understand? You can have any one of these you like- but you have to give me the venom first."

Matteo paused once more, the Frenchman curious as to whether that bribery of sorts might work to both provoke that venom into flowing and too- prompt Sebastian into giving it freely. That blood, perhaps, encouraging Sebastian's attention in the very least. A sudden look of amusement finding the Fae once more as he so reached over to pluck a pair of pliers from that box. Arlo hurriedly attempting to avoid them as Matteo so held them in front of Sebastian.

"If you don't want to let me have that venom, I suppose we can always pull one of your fangs out, hmm? Which one do you love less?"

Really, he shouldn't tease the man and yet that Sebastian was a far, far to easy target tonight. Ah, but Dorian would never have forgiven him if he had seen that! How fortunate that Sebastian would so surely not remember this moment.


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