The world was so often a medley of red for the Italian Prince, those threads of fate so twisting and turning in on themselves like the interweaving of a vast web. They trailed behind each individual that came in and out of his home, draping over doorknobs and snagging on the furniture till he was surrounded by a sea of the very color. Some days, it was easier to let the striking hue simply fall into the background, to see through those thick ribbons and eye the world as it was -- for most. Other times those threads broke through his reality, demanding the Incubus acknowledge their very presence and the unbreakable bond they so represented. That bright, flaming ribbon that fastened neatly around Aiden's finger in a perfectly tied bow was one such insistent thread. It coiled closely around the man's feet before trailing neatly behind him, disrupted by the unknown footsteps of Sebastian's own canines before trailing over the rug and back beneath Mira's shoe and, ultimately, twisted upwards towards that equally as perfected knot around her finger. How very telling the mere presence of that thread was! The relationship between the two individuals in front of him was unlikely to be as clear cut as either made it seem. How peculiar it was that Aiden might lie to them, as if there was a reason that any member of their family might disapprove of the woman destined to his very heart.

His head tilted inquisitively towards the side, the depthless navy of his gaze so intently lingering upon Mira's caramel skin, though whether it was the Incubus lust, vampiric hunger, or sheer curiosity still remained to be seen. Nevertheless, his voice was soft to break through those peculiar introductions, the Englishman merely informing his lover, discreetly, of what he alone was so capable of seeing. That glimpse of astonishment upon his husband's features was mirrored within the vampire's own thoughts. After all, Dorian had informed him that Aiden, presently, was not involved in anyone at all. How untrue that clearly was! His brow rose ever so slightly as Dorian's gaze shifted between himself and the young woman, Sebastian merely allowing his head to bob firmly at that unspoken inquiry of weather or not he was certain. Those threads, after all, had never lied to him before. That was hardly to say the threads did not, on the occasion, change. Though usually such was only done after the death of a lover - Mira and Aiden so clearly both alive and well, as too was their soul bond.

Dorian was, thankfully, all too quick to recover from that astonishment, the fae Monarch so quickly rectifying that offer, even though Sebastian was hardly oblivious of the careful way in which Dorian so failed to classify Aiden and Mira's relationship. Though, frankly, with Aiden's silence on the matter, he had to wonder if the couple themselves had ever even bothered to decide just what they were either! Any further prompting of the topic, however, was cut off abruptly by the ear splitting sound of a crash, one that immediately prompted the boisterous barking of their rottweiler. Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed, the magnitude of the noise all but an assault on his senses, even as Sebastian moved closer towards his husband in a near protective manner. The vampire could hardly sense an immediate threat to his territory, and yet, the unexpected silhouette of a car in their backyard immediately drew the weight of his navy irises. A small frown crossed his features as Aiden's cursing broke the silence of the family, those words mirroring Sebastian's own thoughts even as he focused instead upon quieting the other source of noise. "Maxwell!" The very firmness of his tone seemed to prompt the canine to hush, the black and brown dog immediately turning to look back at him with ears up.

The sound of his lover's voice drew the Englishman's gaze, his brows furrowed as he glanced back towards the window only to spot exactly one of Dorian's beloved rose bushes. That good news, however, was abruptly ruined as Matteo opened the doors of the Lamborghini, the vehicle's door all but colliding into the rose bush. That slight wince hardly seemed to go unnoticed by his lover, much less the realization of how their home seemed to continually fall within the line of fire of late. The destruction to their music room had been....substantial. This, at least, was far more...fixable. That audible sigh upon his husband's lips drew the depthless hue of Sebastian's gaze, "I'm sorry, Ma Biche." He muttered softly, even though those words would surely fail to provide any alleviation from the damage Matteo had caused tonight. He was, admittedly, almost surprised by Matteo's audacity to simply stride into their home as if there was not a car in the midst of Dorian's garden. Although the fae had been entirely impish, he had never witnessed the man truly upset his sons as he had so managed tonight - even if it was just over flowers and a car. Matteo, surely, knew what those objects meant to both of his children, did he not?

Sebastian could hardly help that distinctly unimpressed look upon his features as Matteo strode into the room, the navy hue of his gaze briefly meeting that striking silver of the Frenchman's own. He watched in silence as Matteo so effortlessly picked up that conversation where they'd left off, his father-in-law's gift for the future clearly had been utilized and yet...if Matteo knew what they were speaking of, how could he be so ignorant of the effects his actions had? A soft breath left Sebastian's lips, the vampire certain he'd never understand his father-in-law or the family he had married into. All he had wanted tonight was to steal away a moment with his lover before they were required to attend to the rest of their evenings's appointments and then have a nice cup of tea nestled in his quiet home. How impossible those desires were quickly coming to be!

Sebastian was almost unsurprised by Matteo's declaration that Mira was Aiden's girlfriend, much less that the Alpha had been keeping her from his father in the same manner the man had apparently been keeping her from everyone. After a Lamborghini flying through his garden, Sebastian was certain nothing else could surprise him. His gaze briefly met the slate color of his husband's own eyes, his shoulder lifting in that vague sort of shrug that so clearly spoke of his own thoughts on the situation. Even so, he chose to keep his silence as his lover saw fit to finally interrupt the Frenchman. Any words of disgruntlement that the Italian had planned to offer, however, were abruptly cut off by Matteo himself, that chastisement all his husband needed to return to his own silence. Oh, how aware Sebastian was of that look upon the fae King's features! It was a rarity, truly, to see his husband so perturbed and yet, he knew equally as well that Dorian most certainly would not forget that shushing from his own father.

He watched with the same sort of astute muteness as Mira floundered at the very idea of being declared Aiden's girlfriend, her very reaction speaking volumes of the pair's relationship and it's progression. Clearly Aiden cared enough about her to bring her where he had left the rest of the pack behind and yet Aiden seemed to be...in utter denial about his feelings for the woman to fail not only to make their relationship official but also to even provide even an ounce of...well...protection for the clearly overwhelmed woman at her first meeting of the family. Still....it was at least going better than his first introduction to the Frenchman, he was sure. At least Mira wasn't being asked by Matteo to lie to Aiden about his entire life. An almost soft sigh left his lips as he listened to Mira blunder on past the girlfriend title when her words so clearly failed her, only to admit her surprise that they all addressed Aiden by...well..his name. That one caught even Sebastian off guard, the Englishman unable to help the simple word that left his lips quite as his own lover spoke. "What?"

Immediately, his attention turned towards Aiden, as if looking for some insight on the poor woman's baffling notions of her boyfriend. Unfortunately, any answers he hoped to receive were all but decimated by the very Were's sudden eruption. Sebastian could hardly help that taken aback look up his features, Dorian near jolting at the very loudness of Aiden's voice as the man cursed over and over again at the Frenchman - words that a great many of them likely wished to say and simply did not. He could hardly tear his gaze away from the scene, even despite the weight of his lover's eyes upon him. It was...almost amazing. Sebastian had never seen anyone speak to Matteo so forcefully and candidly. In fact, it wasn't until Aiden had turned his attention to Dorian, effectively pulling his lover into that scene before Sebastian saw fit to move. The Englishman glanced down at his lover, that protectiveness so flaring at the very discomfort of having the fae King now involved in that...explosive situation.

He watched astutely as Dorian took that photo, the fae hardly considering what he was doing as he moved through the motions of following his brother's instructions. His efforts, however, were cut off abruptly by the sharp word of his father's voice - the Italian near immediately freezing. His lover's efforts to escape the spotlight of the two warring men was nothing if not entirely diplomatic. Dorian's efforts to applaud his brother, however, were cut off by a singular withering look from Matteo, the Monarch near immediately folding his arms behind his back as he returned to silence. God, Sebastian almost couldn't wait for this whole affair to be...over, the Englishman almost regretting agreeing to Aiden staying, even if he would never voice a syllable on such thoughts. The very softness of Mira's voice hardly went unnoticed by the overly sensitive vampire's hearing. Rather, that soprano lit prompted a weak, apologetic simper upon his lips as his attention turned towards her, the sensation of Dorian's hand brushing against his own only further assisting in redirecting his attention. It was his lover's inquiry, however, that finally prompted the otherwise silent vampire to speak, the Englishman revealing his own astute observations. "He means dating." Sebastian clarified, only to continue on in that distinctly foreign lit. "You and Aiden are dating, are you not? At least...in some unofficial capacity...?"