Ah, but how surely he could hear that judgement within his companions tone! Alexander so querying whether or not he had ever walked to Dorian's home before rather than relying on that combination of both future sight and teleportation that Alexander had, for years, constantly warned him of relying too heavily on. As if some moment would occur in which he might find himself without the ability to do either. Matteo, here and now, was hardly willing to admit that Alexander had, perhaps, been right. Who would have thought? The Frenchman merely inclined to afford his father a distinctly impish look before his shoulders rose in a loose shrug, his palms turning outward in that universal gesture of proclaimed innocence.

"What answer you do you want me to give you, Mon Amie?"

That, Matteo suspected, gave away the true answer all the same and yet he had long ago learned it was far better to allow Alexander to deduce those answers for himself rather than allow the Hunter to force them out of him. Alexander was quite capable of the latter if he decided all the same. The both of them, by now, so surely knew that walking was hardly an activity Matteo partook of with any frequency save for around his own estate or those moments in which he was determined to make others walk. It was almost fortunate, perhaps, that their current state of undress seemed to dictate that conversation shift away from their forced march through the city and toward the far more pressing issue of attempting to find any sort of clothing. Their bare chests, after all, seemed to be attracting significant attention from both men and women alike. Several of those cat calls, Matteo was sure, had come from men. Most women merely content to eye them with either some measure of lust or outright judgement as they passed. Alexander's discontent in being eyed like a stallion in a saleyard was readily clear upon the Hunter's face. Matteo himself perhaps far more concerned with the rapidly dropping temperature. The near ancient Fae's arms folded across his chest in some weak effort to conceal what warmth he could before the sight of a construction crew at the next intersection so readily seemed to ensnare his attention. Those orange safety vests left unguarded. Those mere scraps of clothing would hardly provide them any true warmth and yet they would manage to cover them all the same and allow them some measure of inconspicuousness. Matteo so having come to decide it was far better to remain....unseen within this world. At least to a certain extent.

Matteo's very suggestion of that idea seemed to prompt a final sigh of defeat within his father, the hunter reluctantly commanding he retrieve those vests with a loose shake of his hand- as if Matteo had not been planning to do such a thing anyway. His teleportation power, in the least, seemed to have remained nothing short of intact. The Frenchman held little qualms in using it to acquire those vests before appearing at Alexander's side once more to pass the older man that neon orange outfit. It was, in the least, better than nothing. It took far longer then Matteo was assured he remembered to reach that northern end of town and those stately homes that decorated its streets. The differences were...subtle and yet they so had a way of allowing that unease to creep in. Even if Matteo strove to do as he so often did and conceal but even the vaguest hint of discord within himself. At least until they arrived at his son and son-in-laws home. That house appeared strikingly similar in design and yet it lacked not only the lush gardens that surrounded it- but too that wealth of armed guards who guarded it. Were Dorian and Sebastian...not home? Did they....not live here now? Matteo's own features frowned in contemplation of the possibilities as they approached that front door. The Frenchman content to utter his concern for the notion of meeting themselves within this world. After all, the chance of convincing himself of himself was....rather low. Alexander, likely to believe it to an equal ploy and attack himself in turn. The possibility for a veritable war was nothing short of potent. Would the 'they' of this world even possess all the same abilities? Alexander's insistence that they merely need hope they did not meet themselves prompted the lift of a singular silver eye. Matteo's hand reached for that door knob then before opening that door to step inside. The house was nothing short of....alarmingly quiet.

The Frenchman's gaze swept across that home. The lack of Dorian's artworks and those family photos, along with the photos of his and Sebastian's wedding day and honeymoon and various other trips were notably...absent. So too was the sound of Prescot and Maxwell racing to greet them. That home seemed to have several more...femanine touches then Matteo remembered. The sound of someone approaching so readily drew his attention then. Sebastian at last meandering casually into that room only to pause abruptly at the sight of them. Whatever relief Matteo had felt at the other man's presence so rapidly began to fade. Alexander's utterance of his own name was a near veiled warning. One that nearly instantly prompted the Frenchman to take a singular step backward and away from his son in law in a fashion he never had before. This Sebastian....did not seem to recognise them. The vampire seemed to waver between suspicious and intrigued. Matteo, for once, decidedly relieved that Sebastian was not a vampire prone to...violence as his first response and yet how aware he was of the Englishman's gaze as it...appraised them beneath those orange safety vests. Hmmm. How intriguing it was to see Sebastian be that very incubus Matteo had always known him to be.

"I am your- er, perhaps that is better not explained. We are looking for someone that you might know, Mon Amie."

Was it possible that Sebastian and Dorian had merely not yet married in this world? Then again, Sebastian's utter obliviousness to who they were so indicated that, perhaps, they had not yet even met. This....was not going as planned. Whatever thoughts Matteo had been inclined to consider on the matter were all but obliterated a moment later. As the sheer force of Sebastian's power all but collided with them. Jesus Fucking Christ. He had known what Sebastian was capable of and yet to experience it, with this much force, was another manner entirely. That utter lust clawed at him almost demandingly. That desire to move away from Sebastian replaced with a near obsessive need to be closer to him. Matteo, for the first time, so finding himself inclined to consider how attractive the vampire truly was- even as some logical part of his mind rebelled sharply agianst the notion. He knew what Sebastian was doing. He knew it. So why was it so difficult to fight? It was with a near supreme effort that the Frenchman forced his gaze away from the vampire. Matteo forcibly focusing his gaze upon the wall to the left. His own....heterosexuality perhaps affording him that tendril more...control then it did Alexander in that moment. His Father's enjoyment of both men and women between those bedsheets sure to be his veritable downfall. Sebastian's gifts inclined to have a more potent effect upon the Hunter. At least until Sebastian chose to focus them entirely upon the Frenchman. All hope was sure to be lost then. Alexander, somehow, managed to utter that inquiry of Dorian only for Sebastian to insist he knew no one by that name.

"They haven't met yet."

Those very words were uttered toward Alexander, Matteo daring to glance toward the Macedonian before Sebastian stepped suddenly toward Matteo himself with that declaration he smelled amazing. The Frenchman could hardly help the way his silvery gaze shifted back toward his son-in-law. That pleasing English accent suddenly seemed all the more pronounced. Would it be so bad to allow Sebastian to bite him again? Just once? How well he knew just what that venom could do. How nice it might feel to explore Sebastian just a little more and....Alexander's sudden utterance of his name seemed to spark but a moment of clarity once more. Matteo's hand inclined to lift ever so slightly to halt Alexander's action. The Frenchman distinctly aware of how close his companion was to reaching for that weapon. There had to be a way not to...harm Sebastian- and if he knew Sebastian as well as he believed he did then surely....his very idea might work. Matteo allowed an easy simper to find his lips then, the Frenchman moving to shift his figure just so as to allow his chest to me more readily seen, that neon orange fabric hanging loosely on either side. How fortunate he'd chosen to wear those loose fitting jeans. The near ancient Fae so effortlessly slid his hands within his pockets. That gesture both affording him a wholly innocent, inviting look while also allowing him to slide his jeans but a fraction lower until the beginning of that tempting 'V' that lead so neatly to his groin could be easily seen.

"I smell amazing, Mon Amie, because I am Fae. Have you never had a Fae before? Perhaps not, my species is a thing most rare in this world."

How exactly he knew just what his blood did to vampires. How he knew how he smelled. Whether or not this Sebastian had ever had a Fae he hardly knew and yet there was every chance he had not- especially if he had not yet met Dorian. Matteo, in that moment....content to play Sebastian's game if only to draw the vampires attention near entirely onto himself and away from Alexander. How very relaxed Matteo's own figure became, the Frenchman stepping but slightly closer toward Sebastian then, his own silver gaze roving over the vampire as his teeth gently bit at his own lower lip as if such a thing was merely a habit. Each subtle act was designed entirely to focus Sebastian upon him alone. His silver gaze flickered to meet the ardent blue of the vampires own. How...easy those pheromones made this.

"You must forgive me, I did not properly introduce myself. I am Matteo, that is my bodyguard Alexander. He protects me from those who would wish to bring me any harm though i suspect you are not such a man as that, non?"

One eye rose ever so slightly, a near impish simper finding its way to the Frenchmans lips as his gaze shifted from Sebastian to eye that home as if he were simply curious of it before his gaze settled upon that living room.

"I am looking for someone, you may know of him. Perhaps though, it would be more comfortable to discuss it here? You have a beautiful home. Do you live in such a home alone?"

Matteo moved to lean agianst that doorway that led into the living room, his dark locks falling to brush agianst the top of his eye lashes, his bare feet resting lightly agianst the floor as that ready, inviting grin so found his lips once more. Sebastian, surely, could be coaxed into that belief he had fallen entirely into that wealth of pheromones the vampire offered. Matteo presenting himself as that far easier, far more available target it only in the hopes Sebastian might....draw more of that power towards him, freeing Alexander. How readily he might yet need the Hunter to save him from himself if Sebastian fixated any more of that power agianst him.

c'est dur d'être un dieu.