It was such a curious little ring. Alexander and his phone conversation were momentarily forgotten in the wake of the Frenchmans curiosity in that golden piece. The inscriptions that decorated the rings side were...unusual. The language nothing short of ancient- at least to his own understanding and yet- Matteo was afforded decidedly little chance to truly inspect that gilded surface before the ring began to unfold. Several other rings seemed to twist into place until the near ancient Fae held a tiny globe of sorts within his palm. Those various rings that made up its rounded surface so began to spin almost at once. The dull, weak sense of power that seemed to emanate from the ring more the doubled in that moment. What on earth was it doing? Alexander's sudden, sharp shout prompted Matteo's own gaze to snap upward as his Father allowed that cellphone to fall from his hand only to launch himself towards Matteo with far more speed then the Frenchman was assured he had seen Alexander muster in a decade. The very words his companion shouted hardly managed to reach a full sentence before a near blinding light seemed to explode from the ring. Matteo and Alexander both ensnared firmly in its grasp. The near ancient Fae could hardly help that gasp that fell form his lips in response to the sensation of falling that seemed to all but eclipse him. The Fae was forced to close his silver eyes agianst that blinding gleam before, near as abruptly as it had started, that light seemed to fade. Matteo, somehow, landing promptly upon his feet in some sort of...alleyway.

For several long moments the Frenchman merely blinked in a clear confusion. How every...rare it was that anything in this world so took him by surprise anymore and yet, here and now, Matteo found himself nothing short of...bemused as to how they had both somehow teleported from his lavish chateau to....the alleyway behind Alexander's cafe. His Father's decidedly irritated voice managed to break that momentary silence.The Hunter determinedly strode towards him only to snatch the ring from his hands before muttering a distinctly Grecian curse. One Matteo was content to answer with a soft snort of his own before his shoulders rose in a shrug.

"Oui, but you know how I touch things. Really, it was you who should not have left it out. Beside's, what does it matter? It is only a teleporting ring is it not? A poorly made one if it will take days before it can teleport us again."

Matteo near easily waved away but any concern Alexander might have had. After all, it would hardly be difficult to teleport back to Chambord, locate Darius and bring the warhorse to this alleyway to teleport Alexander back in turn. There was, after all, a hot tub with two decidedly wanting women waiting for them. Matteo so hardly inclined to miss out on such a thing as that. It was the sudden increase in the afternoon breeze however that so readily reminded the Frenchman of their state of distinct....undress. Matteo so momentarily given to eye his own bare chest and feet before pivoting upon his heel to begin walking out of that alleyway and toward the front door of Alexander's cafe.

"Alex? Are you coming? I am going to borrow a shirt from you and then we will see about teleporting us back, non?"

Alex, he was certain, held little desire to remain bare-chested any longer then himself. At least....not when there was a lack of attractive women to enjoy such a thing. Matteo's hands tucked neatly into the pockets of his jeans, the Frenchman stepping out and onto the street- much to the delight of several young women as they passed. How readily the girls faces blushed! That bright scarlett colour flooded their cheeks as they broke into a chorus of giggles before hurrying away. Matteo could hardly help that soft chuckle that rose within his throat, the Frenchman decidedly amused at their near sweet, innocent youth before he moved to stride up those steps that led to the door of Alexander's cafe. Matteo pressed readily upon the glass door only to step into what was most assuredly not a cafe. The soft ring of the bell as Matteo opened the door momentarily rangout through the hardware store. The Frenchman left blinking in confusion beside a window display for all-weather paint and a rack of various types and sizes of nails. At the far end of that store a near equally confused man glanced upward from the register, one eye lifting at sight of Matteo's shoeless, shirtless figure. Can I help you, mate?

"Er, one moment, Mon Amie. I think perhaps I am in the wrong place....somehow"
I think you might be right.

Matteo's head shook lightly only for the Frenchman to step back out of the hardware store and onto the street. The fae near colliding with Alexander as he did so. Matteo, this time, gesturing toward that very clearly labelled hardware store he had, somehow, mistaken for the Inner Sanctum.

"I could have sworn this was your cafe. What street are we on? I think we-."

Matteo's own words abruptly halted as the Frenchman paused to glance at the street sign upon the corner. This was undoubtedly the right street. That confusion on his features readily deepened then before his silver gaze shifted to meet the striking blue-green of Alexander's own.

"How much wine did I have last night? I fear that perhaps I am far more drunk than I anticipated. I have not been Drunk Lost since that parade in Colombia you made me go too thirty years ago, you remember? I couldn't find our car in that parking garage that had fifty floors that all looked the same. We searched for the car for four hours before we remembered we didn't drive that day. I did not think I had that much last night, did I?"

This was the right street, surely, and yet...that had not been Alexander's cafe by any stretch of the imagination. Matteo's gaze shifted back toward that store to eye it contemplatively once more.

"I do not recall a hardware store ever being on this street."

Hmm. perhaps he had hit his head when he had fallen during that abrupt teleportation.....

c'est dur d'être un dieu.