i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

Fae were, as far as Alexander was concerned, entirely stereotypical. Their love for all that glistened and glittered was dependable enough to be counted on, the trait clearly shown at that moment in both his Godson and Matteo himself. That sudden glimpse of mischievousness upon Matteo's features, however, prompted a rise of Alexander's brow, almost waiting for whatever jab was sure to come. The very mention of Persapolis caused a snort of amusement to leave the Dark Hunter's nose. His head shook ever so slightly of that very memory - blurred though it was thanks to the liquor that had been coursing through his system at the time of the burning of that glorious ancient metropolis. "They thought they couldn't be bested." He retorted, his shoulders rose in a vague shrug as if this surely explained everything. Truthfully, with Alexander, perhaps it did. For now, however, the Macedonian King was content to merely allow the conversation to rift as his Godson spoke with such pride on those half-passes he so diligently worked to master. Even the vampire seemed willing to acknowledge the very effort Dorian was placing into the maneuver. A small glimpse of a simper crossed his features and yet, he scarcely had the chance to respond before Dorian noticed a far more peculiar and demanding detail of tonight's dinner - the extra plate.

It was with an almost ominous suggestion of the rest of the Frenchman's family that the fae rose at the very cue of that ringing doorbell. Though Alexander knew well just whom was awaiting them on the other side of the front door, he had to admit his own inquisitiveness on the boy that Matteo had practically raised. Alexander, however, was hardly oblivious to the glimpses of confusion upon the two, far younger, men beside him. It was his own distinct care for Matteo that prompted a soft admittance that, despite the Frenchman's facade, the fae was utterly nervous to introduce Dorian to the final member of their peculiar family. That perplexed look hardly passed unnoticed by the Macedonian King as Alexander's head bobbed ever so slightly in a silent affirmation. He had, naturally, known well of Matteo's intentions tonight well before the party was planned. In fact, it was perhaps because of the Frenchman's sons meeting that tonight had been so meticulously prepared for. "It is not for me to say," Alexander muttered softly, entirely content to leave those introductions within Matteo's capable hands. Thankfully, he was hardly forced to field those queries that surely lingered further upon Dorian's lips before Matteo himself reappeared within the entryway of the living room - with Aiden Tetradore at his side.

That handshake was quickly shared between the two men. The were-panther, for all the stories Alexander had been told, seemed almost uncertain in the face of that family that he surely knew so much of. He was hardly as standoffish of a fellow that Alexis had spoken of and yet, for now, Alexander saw little reason to probe inquisitively at the boy. Instead, he let those introductions continue uninhibited as Aiden was introduced to the vampire. The Englishman was as polite, at least on the surface, as his culture so stereotyped him to be. That veiled discontent was one both Matteo and himself were all too content to ignore in favor of that far more important meeting - Dorian himself. Alexander watched with an almost faint glimpse of amusement as Matteo slowly revealed that relationship between the two. That very utterance of brother prompted a shock that brought a soft chuckle to Alexander's lips, even despite his best attempts otherwise. That silence was equally as telling as Dorian seemed to merely stare blankly at the were-creature in front of him. Aiden, for what it was worth, seemed entirely observant of the reaction as well, only he was far quicker to call out the French fae on the man's clear antics. A small smug simper crossed Alexander's features - how nice it was to have someone else who was so bluntly able to call Matteo out on his mischevious tendencies!

The Frenchman's excuse hardly seemed adequate enough for either of the boys, the looks he was given only furthering Alexander's own delight in the situation that unfolded before him. Those questions so quickly began to fall from Dorian's lips before the fae seemed to seek the comfort of a strong beverage. It was that very mention of liquor that drew his gaze towards his own drink. "I'll have more, your father drank half of it already." He commented with a pointed look towards the Frenchman. Matteo, however, already seemed to have his hands filled with a vexed vampire - for that, Alexander was hardly jealous, even if Sebastian seemed whipped like a kitten then the deadly creature Alexander knew he could be. He was entirely content to sip upon his own filled beverage as Aiden seemed more than content to round upon the Frenchman again, quite near demanding answers to the fae's vague introductions. That sheepish look was one that no one present seemed to buy, Alexander's own eyebrow rose ever so slightly, even if he was content to merely watch the scene play out for some time longer. Oh, if only they knew exactly for how long the Frenchman had so poured over each and every detail the future had unfolded before his silver gaze. How he had so orchestrated their fate like a fine-tuned game of chess - everything so finally coming tonight tonight.

He listened as Matteo offered a vague explanation of all he had coordinated. The mere glimpse seemed enough to prompt some level of surprise upon the pair of men as they pieced together the many times their paths had thus far crossed. It was so very like the Frenchman to move the conversation on beyond that grilling he was sure to receive. That sentence, however, stopped quite abruptly before his own name was exclaimed with that distinct French accent. "Hm?" He inquired in a mock glimpse of innocence, even if they both knew better. The Macedonian King offered his companion a near blank look before Matteo gestured towards the dining room table and plate behind him. "I don't know what you're talking about." The Dark Hunter insisted in a rather blase tone. Unfortunately for him, Matteo hardly seemed keen to buy such an excuse, instead declaring him close to receiving all the bits of tonight's dinner that went unwanted. His lips pressed together in a small glimpse of discontent, even if it was more of a pout then any true anger. The subtle difference between those glances, however, would likely go unnoticed by all but Matteo himself. That insistence that they were allowed to sit only if their fingers didn't touch a single thing caused a sigh upon Alex's lips and yet he said little as he moved towards the table, choosing his own chair to all but fall into with liquor in hand.