It was entirely curious, in a fashion, to watch the effects of a Crusnik's venom at work. He had met such creatures as Arlo before and yet they were rare even within his own time, let alone now. He had never before been truly afforded the chance to watch the fashion in which that venom seemed to sedate its victim so efficiently. Sebastian's thoughts becoming near as slow and languid as his body until the often proper Englishman was left lounging within a chair in a far more casual manner then Matteo was near assured he had ever seen Sebastian lounge while wearing a container upon his finger as if it were a small hat. That venom, it seemed, freeing Sebastian of but any inhibitions he had previously held and too- removing that firmly placed filter he had long suspected his son-in-law often clung too. The English always had been that way. How much they valued their manners! How very appalled the boy would have been to know just how he was behaving here and now. Matteo once more unable to prevent that slightly lift off his lips in amusement- even if harvesting that venom had become a far more difficult task in the interim. Sebastian's sudden insisten that Arlo not be difficult seemed to prompt a reaction from the other vampire in turn. Arlo gesturing with clear displeasure to Matteo himself with the affirmation he had assaulted him. Hmm. It had been a terribly long time since anyone had called him a 'lunatic'. The Frenchman so shifting his silvered gaze purposefully onto Arlo in turn. The Crusnik near visibly flinching at that very look. Ah, but he still had it! That query on whether or not he could be sued however seemed to awaken Sebastian's thoughts once more. The vampire rather loudly proclaiming that you could not consent to assault as if this point alone rendered a viable court case. Sebastian suddenly insisting they could not be in a fight club. Matteo so inclined to feel his eyes lift once more. How intriguing.

"I think you have won your case, Sebastian. I shall cancel my plans for the fight club. I cannot take on your vast wealth of legal knowledge."

That snort of laughter from Arlo only furthered that simper upon his own lips before the Frenchman turned more readily to face the Crusnik then, leaving Sebastian to momentarily bask in the glow of a successfully won case even if he quite suspected Sebastian had little idea on what his argument had been to begin with. That query on just how much that venom might have affected his son-in-laws mind was met with little true knowledge from the man who wielded it. Arlo, it seemed, far more inclined to bite his victims, feed and leave in typical vampiric fashion rather then explore the limits of just what his venom could do. He could not, he suppose, truly fault the man in that and yet his curiosity tugged at his own mind. How rare it was, after so any years upon this earth, that he might find anything of true curiosity any more. Matteo teleported easily then, appearing at his son-in-laws side once more to pluck the container hat from his finger and draw the vampires attention more thoroughly to himself. That singular question, though simple in its appearance, was wholly designed to ascertain whether or not Sebastian, in this state, was capable of making a choice from only that which was offered to him or whether or not his mind could fumble through that thickened haze to choose a different idea outside what had been presented. His very question upon the preference of blood seeming to prompt a great deal of thought in the Englishman. Sebastian so at last insisting that it was Dorian. That very name almost tenderly offered. Matteo's own features softening slightly. In all that he so often saw within the future off his own son- Sebastian, he knew, would never once fail him. For all he teased the man it could so hardly be denied the vampire was a good husband. Perhaps, one day, he should inform him off it.

"Dorian is a good favourite to have, Mon Amie."

He offered simply. That thought of food however was so hardly destined to last. Sebastian content to insist that he liked Were's too if only because they were warm. The vampire going so far as to query whether or not he had ever slept with one. Matteo, this time, making little effort to prevent the chuckle that fell from his own lips before his head so simply nodded.

"A few hundred, yes."

The sudden sound of Arlo near choking on air readily drew the Frenchmans attention. The younger vampire so apparently caught off guard by that veritable number as his blue gaze flickered from Matteo to Sebastian in turn. "A few hundred! Are you serious right now, bud? This whole family is like...wow. I mean bloody hell. You must be like, really old. Like from before....cars old. Hey, can I ask you something, were people really into this whole waiting till marriage thing before they...you know, in your time?"

"People were often married at fourteen or younger in my time, Mon Amie. One did not have to wait long till marriage."
"Oh."
"Why do you ask?"
"I was just...eh...interested in...history.
"If I had waited till marriage I would still be a virgin. As it was, married women were a, how you say, speciality of mine."
"What does that mean?"

That simper Arlo was rewarded with only further seemed to baffle the younger vampire as Matteo shifted once more to retrieve that briefcase and rest it on the coffee table beside him. Sebastian suddenly seeming to take an interest in that case in turn before promptly declaring he knew what it was. The Englishman leaning forward almost precariously in that chair to eye the contents of that hunting kit. Arlo wandering forward as well with clear intrigue as Sebastian summoned him. Both vampires, it seemed, curious to eye those objects of their demise. Sebastian insisting they had once put garlic in them. Matteo nodded his head in agreement before assuring the younger vampire he could look through those contents if he desired. "Did they really put garlic in these? I mean, does garlic work?" Matteo paused then, affording Sebastian the opportunity to answer that query off his own kind before Arlo plucked something else from within that case, holding it up curiously. "What the hell is this thing?"

"That, Arlo, is a vampire muzzle. It stops your kind being able to bite."

If it was at all possible for that vampiric boy to grow only more pale the Frenchman was near assured he had. Arlo left to hurriedly return that muzzle to the box before Matteo fished that smaller box from within it, those vials of blood so suddenly presented to Sebastian then. The very hunger within his son-in-law strikingly clear. That reminder of just what they were here for seeming to register within the vampire as he grinned near delightedly only to attempt to prompt that venom into flowing- an apparently futile affair. Sebastian sighing in defeat several moments later only to announce it was hardly working. A soft sigh falling from the Frenchman in turn. Sacrebleu! But this was no easy task! How very much the recipient of this venom so better appreciate it once he had achieved it! Matteo's own gaze returned then to a pair of pliers resting within the kit, the Frenchman plucking them teasingly from within before so suddenly holding them towards his unfortunate son-in-law with the clear suggestion that, perhaps, Sebastian might be willing to lose one off his fangs. Really, he should hardly tease the boy so and yet- the temptation was entirely to much. Sebastian a horribly easy target in that moment. The vampires features rapidly shifted into a look of horror before he clamped his hands across his mouth with the muffled declaration Matteo could surely not do such a thing. Sebastian attempting to scamper away from him then only to collide with the arm of the couch and impede his own escape. That laughter that burst free of Arlo's lips easily matched by the rich sound of Matteo own then.

"Ah, Seb, if only you could see your face, bud!"

Another laugh fell from his lips then, Matteo clicking those pliers together one more time if only to see his son-in-law panic just a little more before laying them aside, his palms turned outward to display that innocence now. His head shaking lightly.

"Do not worry. I would not do such a thing. Not to my son's husband."

Whether or not Sebastian so believed him remained to be seen. Matteo's attention once more returned to that task at hand. One that was, perhaps, not to easy as he had originally believed no thanks to his own teasing of the Englishman. Still- it had surely been worth it if only to see that panic upon the boy and too- to witness just how Arlo's venom worked. The Frenchman's gaze shifted from Sebastian to that empty container and back again, a singular thought so turning within his mind and yet it was a precarious one. One with several possible futures. His silver gaze turned to Arlo now.

"How strong are you, Arlo?"
"Sorry?"
"Are you stronger then Sebastian?"
"Normally probably not, he's a lot older than me, but sedated like he is and considering I'm better fed then him right now- yeah, i reckon so. Why?"
"Because I may need you. How much do your victims usually remember?"
"Well not a lot. I mean, he might remember parts of tonight but he won't remember most of it."

That very debate so continued to turn within the Fae's thoughts. There was every chance attempting to coax Sebastian to bite Arlo would prove futile right along with any effort to have the Englishman bite some inanimate object in an effort to trigger that venomous response. The only truly viable being so available to them to meet those very needs was Matteo himself. Yet- he had not been bitten by a vampire in.....centuries. Matteo well aware of the sheer potency off his own blood. That taste, to Sebastian, sure to be similar to Dorian's own and yet only further intensified by well over two thousand years of life. Whether or not Sebastian was capable of handling that blood and its overwhelming flavour remained to be seen. The very effect Sebastian's venom might have on himself equally as unpredictable. He had seen...visions of what the venom could do and yet he knew so little of what its true effects might feel like. Matteo not unwilling to admit he was wholly curious of it and yet there was every chance that venom might prompt him not to pull away from Sebastian. Even the faintest dip in the vampires control when so assaulted by the taste of his blood so potentially prompting Sebastian to bleed him dry. Arlo, it seemed, would have to act as something of a fail safe. That plan precarious at best. Ah, how Alexander would murder him to even consider it! Perhaps it was fortunate the Hunter was still some distance away.

"Arlo? If I do not teleport away after a few seconds I shall need you to stop Sebastian, yes?"
"I think I can do that....er...mostly."

How very much he hoped that vampire boy was more reliable then he sounded. Matteo moving then to sit on the edge of that sofa Sebastian reclined within. The Frenchman shrugging his jacket from his figure only to toss it onto the nearest chair before beginning to roll up the sleeve on his right arm, those accented words offered to his son-in-law.

"Do you know, Mon Amie? I have not let a vampire bite me since the eighteen hundreds? I should hope it does not hurt quite so much as it did then- though she was in a very bad mood at the time."

His arm was offered toward Sebastian then, his wrist so willing exposed. The scent alone, surely, enough to prompt the already hungry vampire into action and trigger that venom he required. That assurance given all the same.

"You know, I am quite fond of you, Sebastian. Even if I pretend otherwise. You are and always will be a good match for my son. Unfortunate really, that you won't remember my telling you that. You may bite now."

Dorian would so now never be able to say he had never offered Sebastian any praise. It was hardly his fault, after all, if Sebastian did not remember it....


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