He had forgotten how quickly that venom took hold of him, coursing through his veins and filling his thoughts with a very haze that his own consciousness seemed to struggle to puncture. His body was so distinctly aware of everything - from the breeze on his skin from the air conditioner to the discomfort of those dressier shoes on his feet. His skin felt like it was tingling and oh how his emotions so twisted and swayed. He felt...good - blissfully so. At least, that was until he became aware of a peculiar feeling on his arm. His quickly darkening gaze turned downwards, only to blankly eye the dark hair of his companion. Sebastian was distinctly aware of the tight grip of Arlo's hands upon his wrist, keeping his arm in place and yet, that hardly explained the baffling sensation that so accompanied it. It was like...like his veins were made of honey and all of it was slowly being drawn out of him. Maybe Arlo was a bee? The very idea of such a notion caused the corners of his features to twitch upwards ever so slightly before a distinctly delicious scent filled the air beside him - one that called both to the vampiric hunger and also the overly sensual man within him. Maybe he had turned into a bee and this scent, this delectable wonderful scent was a flower crafted just for him!

His navy eyes turned, diligently hunting for the source of that wonderous tantalizing scent only to fall upon the very sight of Matteo beside him. Oh. His nose twitched ever so slightly as if assuring himself that it was indeed his Father-In-Law that appealed to him in such a fashion. Really, he should have known better. The Englishman was so lost in his own thoughts, and within the fog of the high that afflicted him that even he was unprepared for the harsh way in which Matteo's fingers gripped Arlo's brunette locks. The Fae's French accent, however, near immediately distracted him, prompting the soft, muttered repetition of those words in his own particularly thick English Lit. Sebastian was taken off guard but the sudden ripping of those fangs from his arm, and yet, any pain he might have felt was quickly replaced by a nearly baffled look as Matteo pulled Arlo's head backward and placed that small glass vial in Arlo's mouth. His navy gaze briefly met the silver hue of Matteo's own, only for the Frenchman to assure him this was hardly the first time he had done something quite like this. That singular word left his lips but some moment later, the vampire entirely sluggish to respond thanks to the venom that now ran rampant in his system, reducing not only his thoughts to far fetched fantasies but too turning his very body into jelly.

Sebastian leaned heavily upon the chair in front of him as Matteo saw to his own container, leaving Arlo sputtering beside him. A small grin toyed at the Englishman's features as he leaned over, resting his head upon the back of the armchair. It wasn't until his own name was upon Matteo's lips that his gaze turned upwards towards the container offered to himself. Tentatively, Sebastian's fingers reached out to delicately pluck the vial he was given, the very weight of the cool cylindrical object was wholly fascinating to the man as he fell into the comfortable embrace of the chair he had moments ago been leaning on. It took an infinite amount of concentration to undo the lid of the container, the vampire so focused he hardly noticed the inquisitive fashion in which Matteo seemed to eye him - that is, until the fae forewarned him not to be difficult. Difficult! Like Sebastian was ever difficult! In fact, he was certain it was the Frenchman who not only liked to but often excelled in such adversaries! With his perfectly enticing figure and that eternally knowing gaze that seemed so intent to delay any sort of approval....or niceties....or any pleasantness what so ever. How was someone so capable of being the epitome of good nature so unpleasant! His very assurance that Matteo was the one who was difficult left Sebastian's lips without any sort of forethought, that barrier that so often existed simply gone as he inspected the gift Matteo had given him.

Sebastian placed that container upon his finger, wearing it quite like a hat before he twisted in his chair, his voice so cast to mimic the Frenchman as he informed Arlo that he shouldn't be difficult either. Maybe if they were just....all not difficult then...then...well, he wasn't sure what happened then but surely it was good. His attention focused upon his vampiric companion as Arlo suddenly threw his hands in the air, only to announce that Matteo had assaulted him. For a moment, the Italian Prince merely stared at the two men blankly before a grin spread across his features. "YES! YOU CANNOT CONSENT TO ASSAULT!" His very announcement was...delayed and yet, this, he was absolutely certain of. He remembered this fact. "You can not be in a fight club," Sebastian informed them both, nodding quite solemnly, even if he had failed to inform them of the rest of that thought process, much less how he had arrived from one conclusion to the next. Though, really, now that he considered it, taking legal action against Matteo could either be a brilliant move or a very very bad one. Matteo probably had a good lawyer - but would it be as good as him? Was he still a good lawyer? What if he had become a bad lawyer from all of his time of not lawyering? That concern so seemed to linger upon his thoughts, to the point where Sebastian was inattentive to the conversation about him that the pair of men seemed to have but mere feet from him.

His finger still wiggled within the container, that makeshift finger puppet of sorts arguing with him in murmured words. He was hardly prepared for the vial to suddenly disappear, his own hand reaching, sluggishly up as if he was distraught the container had been taken from him. His head fell back against the armchair as Matteo hovered over him, his navy eyes so inquisitively watching his Father-in-Law and that warm smile he was presented with. That inquiry caught the vampire off guard, resulting in a furrow of his brows as the corner of his lips pulled downwards in contemplation. Were Humans or Weres his favorite? Nadya had been pleasant...and Carolina....but..his favorite? Fav-or-ite. "Dorian." The vampire uttered softly in the moments after. "Dorian is my favorite." Sebastian paused before that sudden tenderness vanished on the wave of far more carnal thoughts. "Weres are good too, they're really really really warm and make excellent cuddlers. Have you ever slept with a were?" He inquired suddenly as if this was far more important of a topic then blood. He suspected Matteo was largely accomplished within the bedroom....in more ways than one. The internal joke, albeit a poor one, prompted an almost boyish giggle on his lips as Matteo suddenly disappeared from the edge of the sofa, taking Sebastian's finger-hat with him.

Those carnal thoughts, however, were quickly replaced with a wary curiosity as he twisted in his chair eying the box Matteo had brought with him. It was only once the Frenchman had placed it on the table in front of them that recognition so filled Sebastian's features. "I know these!!!" He announced suddenly, leaning forward within the chair in an almost precarious fashion. "Arlo, Arlo, Arlo. They used to..." Sebastian paused, giggling before those words could even leave his lips. "....they used to put GARLIC in these." He fell back into his chair with an almost wolfish grin, those fangs flashing in his own amusement. Those kits, after all, had been quite the rage in his own time, the vampire had come across one or two and yet, the oddities within it had been...humorous, were it not for the large stake and equally as dangerous amounts of silver that singular box contained. His attention, however, was all too quick to deviate, at each new stimulus he was presented with. The deliciously lovely fae beside him so easily captured the weight of his navy eyes as the scent of blood filled the room, tainting the smell he was otherwise enjoying. A small frown crossed his lips, the vampire entirely uncertain of how he felt of this new assault of scents and yet, he couldn't deny it made his mouth water. He was hungry.

His darkened gaze trailed over the rows upon rows of vials he was suddenly presented with and yet, their purpose was wholly lost on him, much less the fact that the blood within them was fresh. His hand reached out, inquisitive of them only for the box to be purposefully jerked away, just out of his reach. Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as that container that had once been his friend was introduced towards him all over again. Oh - that's right. He was a snake. Not a bee. How did he forget this? Venom. Right. Sebastian's mouth parted, showing off those sharpened ivory canines only for his tongue to rove over the very points of one in an almost comical fashion, clearly feeling for....something. His head but moments later before a sigh of defeat left his lips. "It's not working." The vampire informed his Father-in-Law. After all, unlike his companion, it was hardly the blood that coaxed his own venom to run so much as the bite. Perhaps, if he was of a sound mind, it would have been easier to prompt the flow of such a substance with Matteo in front of him and Dorian lingering in his thoughts and yet, now, his attention span was so short that such was nearly impossible.

He was hardly prepared for Matteo's sudden movement, his own gaze curiously followed the Frenchman before a pair of pliers appeared in front of him. His eyes widened ever so slightly at the suggestion of pulling of his fangs. His hands clasped immediately over his mouth before his head shook abruptly. "You can't do that!" Sebastian uttered behind his tightly clasped hands. Dorian would be so upset if he lost his fangs! Would the King still love him if he didn't have both fangs?! What if this was Matteo's mission all along!? HE KNEW IT. The vampire shifted on the sofa, purposefully trying to move as far away from the fae as he could, only for his back to hit the arm. This....this was not escape. This impeded escape! Why wasn't Dorian here to save him?! He knew Matteo didn't like him! Why would Dorian just leave him?! Maybe Dorian didn't like his fangs anymore and had sent Matteo to get rid of them?! Had he bitten Dorian too hard? Or too many times? Oh, God, what was he going to do?!