Tetradore could still remember, vaguely, the very first night he had met Matteo. He had been little more than a boy at the time, curled in a ball on the cold hard floor of the singular cave within that mock habitat Risque had built months beforehand just for him. He had been still bleeding that night from his latest encounter with the vampiress who had taken him, those sobs wracking his scrawny frame and then, all of sudden he had simply been there. It had caught the boy off guard entirely, and yet, he had been unable to accept that genteel nature Matteo had attempted to show him. It had been months since Tetradore had allowed the fae close enough to touch him - and then, Tetradore had relied upon the man far more than he wished to admit, even to this day. His eyebrow furrowed ever so slightly as the Alpha simply eyed that aged fae that reclined so casually upon his sofa. Matteo always seemed to be there right when Tetradore truly needed him, right when he was on the brink of giving up that fight. His appearance now surely told well of the dark times ahead of the were-King, now that Risque had returned.

Still, for tonight, Tetradore pushed those thoughts from the forefront of his mind. Tonight, he buried those concerns much in the same fashion he had done many times before as he settled beside his companion with candy in hand. He watched as Matteo poured that amber liquid, only to comment on that videotape that Tetradore had all but forgotten. It was hardly surprising in any sense and yet, he could hardly help the fashion that his own eyebrow rose at that decidedly French explanation of exasperation. A soft snort of amusement left the were-King nose at just how many times he had forced Matteo to watch it and yet, beyond some vague recollection, such memories were all but lost to him. "All right, all right." Tetradore spoke in defeat, "I'll find it and we'll watch it." He promised. Perhaps seeing it again might bring back some of that familiarity. Though if Matteo was certain Tobias would enjoy it, he had no reason not to fully believe the man. It might be nice, after all, to spend some time with the deviant before Tobias and Raven's wedding and their own impending honeymoon. Not that Tetradore feared his closest companion preferring the presence of his soon-to-be wife over himself. Rather, he quite expected it. Realistic or not, he had a habit of simply anticipating that solitude that had accompanied his life for so very long.

He hardly dwelled upon such somber thoughts, however, the were-King instead quickly inquiring after that story in a fashion that was near habitual of him. Those tales were simply a ritual at this point in time. He hardly anticipated that near scandal he was informed of and yet, Tetradore couldn't help that laughter coaxed upon his lips at just how that amateur photographer had so gotten the upper hand upon the Frenchman. Seemingly, all that was required to distract the man was Miss. Puerto Rico in a swimsuit. That abrupt pause within that story, however, at the inquiry at where Tetradore had acquired such a smooth liquor hardly saw the man falter. After all that Matteo had seen of him, after all Matteo had watched him endure, he saw little reason to lie to the Frenchman. He hardly bothered to hide his involvement in such illegal activities - after all, he had done far worse under the instruction of Risque's careful guidance. A small shrug crossed Tetradore's shoulders and yet, he could hardly disagree. That yacht had turned into quite a wise investment indeed, thus far. "It's quite delicious, isn't it?" He responded as he sipped on his own glass. Perhaps it was worth the money to purchase such a bottle again when this one ran dry.

He fell silent as Matteo continued that tale that had resulted in damage control by the French government and yet, he could hardly help teasing the man on how he certainly should have seen such an event coming. He was almost unsurprised by how lackadaisically Matteo brushed off the affair at large. After all, a rather fetching picture of his ass was hardly worth dwelling over when far greater things demanded their attention. He watched as Matteo reached for a second glass of that liquor whilst Tetradore so nursed the first, that candy and whiskey had created a peculiar taste within his mouth, one that prompted the man to take his time on such a drink. He listened all the same to that update Matteo had provided him of his own life and yet, he was hardly willing to let the man dance around that topic that so clearly preoccupied so much of his own thoughts. Rather, Tetradore simply ignored that question of his own well being to further prompt the man on that topic of his son.

Tetradore's emerald eyes met that glimpse of surprise upon Matteo's features with a near undaunted one of his own. That soft sound of amusement upon his faux father figure's lips prompted hardly a response for the often stoic man. Rather, he provided Matteo with that small shrug of his shoulders, though, truly, he might have well argued he had 'grown up' far before his time. He watched as Matteo's fingers reach out for that silver chain, toying with that age-old crucifix at the very bottom of it, that necklace one he had seen many a time before, and too toyed with as a boy equally as often. Tetradore's lips pressed together ever so slightly at that explanation he was offered and yet, he waited all the same for his companion to finish before he bothered to scold the Frenchman. It was only once Matteo insisted such was a problem to be put off for another month or two (words which prompted a roll of Tetradore's eyes), that his lips finally parted.

"You're being fucking ridiculous, you know." He stated in that near abrupt fashion. "You might have seen the two of you spending time together but that doesn't mean that it's just going to happen like that. If it's so hard to drag him away from Sebastian and you're afraid of what he'd ask you alone - have you even bothered trying to spend time with the both of them?" It was quite near obvious to Tetradore, the man often engaging with his own pack in small groups rather than one-on-one. It was the most effective way to satisfy everyone's needs, he'd found. "You get time with Dorian, Dorian gets to get comfortable with you while still spending time with Sebastian, you and Sebastian can build your relationship as father...son-in-law, you don't have to worry about what he'd ask you when you're alone and it might make it easier for you to steal him away in the future." He rattled off those benefits with decided ease, the Alpha within him surely showing at that very moment. Socializing, it seemed, as one skill he had quickly made strides within during his brief freedom from that dance club. A rather pointed look was given towards Matteo, the kind that said 'you know I'm right' without actually saying it and yet, now that his own peace was spoken, he hardly saw any reason to further ignore the man's inquiries.

"What was your proposition anyway?" He inquired, tossing that bag of candy down on the coffee table before his feet rose to rest on that wooden surface. That drink now fully held his attention, now that his sweet tooth had been momentarily sedated and yet, he found himself both curious and wary of what Matteo might ask of him. It was hardly that the Frenchman had ever asked the impossible, nor anything that might upset the fellow. Rather, it was a habit and the simple fact that Matteo had never asked much that had a way of making him nervous.