The woman's start of surprise at his sudden appearance only furthered that well-intentioned simper upon his youthful features, a soft chuckle humming within the depths of his throat as he held that offered ice toward Aiden. The WerePanther, for his part, appeared near equally surprised and yet in a fashion that had become near atypical of his son, Aiden expressed that surprise with little more than a blank look and some vague indication of bafflement. Aiden had likely not anticipated to see him again so soon and yet fate was eternally mysterious in her desires off them both. Matteo, as always, seeing little need to explain his appearance at all. For all Aiden's own near stoic, controlled, wary nature- Matteo himself was surely the opposite. The Fae inclined to smile readily, jest easily and view the very world with an optimism few could truly match. Matteo the very epitome of his species in every sense.

His attention was turned easily to the young woman they had found within their presence tonight, his sunglasses lifted from his eyes to rest within that wealth of mahogany brown hair that adorned his head, his silver gaze meeting the girl's own as he easily took her hand in that near age-old fashion to offer that equally rare greeting that had once been the staple of any gentleman and yet had so shamefully fallen by the wayside. The men of the modern age, even within his own beloved France, knew nothing of endearing oneself to a woman- of that he was near assured. That press off his lips to her hand prompted that blossoming of colour to her cheeks as the appendage was returned to her. The young woman appearing near bashful. Ah, but how sweet she was! That roll of Aiden's eyes was hardly missed, Matteo well aware of his companions thoughts on that age-old showmanship and yet he so hardly allowed it to dampen his enthusiasm for such actions all the same. His head afforded the woman a polite nod in near the same moment before resting it within his palm atop that bar in a manner near laconic. That impish grin still firmly in place as he regarded the pair before him.

"I've still got it."

That wholly playful wink was offered near surreptitiously to the woman even despite those accented words so directing themselves more toward Aiden in turn- even if such a thing might surely earn him an outward scoff from the other man. His gaze lingered but briefly on Arya's swollen cheek as Aiden gently held the ice against it in some effort to bring down that swelling and coax that were-healing into furthering its efforts. For all Aiden was, for all he had seen and suffered in turn their was a kindness in him still, one unbroken by that vampire woman and - nostalgic though it was perhaps, Matteo could hardly help that simple, silent pleasure he took in so seeing Aiden be the man he surely was deep down and beneath it all. How good Aiden was at caring about others, even if he so refused to believe it and most assuredly did not see it. He possessed a near unique talent for making others feel safe. A truly rare gift that in his two thousand years of life he had seen very few possess. Those that had, had all been leaders of the sort Aiden was so destined to be even in ways so unexpected. Such knowledge of the future, as always, was kept within the depths off his own thoughts. Matteo rarely, if ever, allowing the truth of anyone's future to pass his lips. Rather, the near ancient Fae sought to inquire as to just what Arya had been doing out so late at night- even if he had long since known the answer. The girl quick to speak that very truth off her lack of sleep and busy mind, that very distraction leading to her injury. Matteo smiling softly once more as his attention remained upon Arya.

"Ah, so it would appear Tet and I have a wanderer on our hands! For what it is worth Mon Cher, I think the wanderers are by far the most exciting people, they always find what they were not looking for and yet, sometimes, I think that is quite the best discovery. They so often find what they need...."

Those words were near riddled, a habit Matteo had held for centuries and one that so drove Alexander and Dorian to distraction when he employed it. Just what those very words meant remained to be seen, the Fae's features so shifted into that near knowing look even if he saw little need to offer more on such curious phrases. Matteo's attention shifted to Aiden once more with that insistence it was for paperwork he had arrived today. That near suspicious look upon the hispanic man's features prompting that determined nod from himself once more. Matteo shifted slightly, one hand reaching beneath the bar to produce that small stack of papers he had laid there upon his arrival, the Frenchman placing them atop the bar in front of his companion then. Several of those papers were little more than those promised passport documents, the very last paper however was printed upon an entirely different off-white paper, the official seal of France half concealed by the papers laid on atop it. Matteo's own signature peeked out from that paper in turn, a blank space for Aiden's own rested beside it and yet the rest of that document had been rather purposefully concealed beneath the other papers with just that place for Aiden to sign it showing conveniently beneath. Matteo rather hopeful Aiden would simply add his name to it along with the others and pay little heed to its difference.

"See, Mon Amie? Paperwork. These need your signature when you are ready. I will take them to the embassy to be approved in the morning."

One eye lifted just so, Matteo so often taking pleasure in doing the unexpected. That he had, this time, genuinely brought paperwork clearly a point of amusement for him as he so proceeded to inform Arya off her good fortune in having her wound attended to by a wakened Aiden. His adopted son, quite like his animal form, seeming to enjoy all manner of sleep. The WerePanthers threat to throw that ice at him prompting another soft chuckle from him.

"Ah, but she does need it! See how he talks to me?"

That tease readily laced his words once more. The Frenchman's good nature decidedly clear as he leaned upward, his hands placed upon the bar to effortlessly vault upwards and sit himself upon it now. Arya readily insisting she understood Aiden's own love of sleep if only because her animal form demanded it off her in turn. Aiden's words echoing his own in that moment at that insistence water-based Were's were indeed a rare thing. Those accented lyrics leaving him once more.

"Perhaps you have come to the right place then, this side of town in the very least has water, beaches, fish......and pack leaders with very sexy green eyes."

He was, he knew, most assuredly about to have something thrown at him and yet that grin spread across his features once more if only for the amusement he took in so coaxing that blush back to the woman's features and that likely scowl to Aiden's own. Her cheek, in the least, appeared significantly better and far less red.

"Tell me, are either of you hungry? I feel inclined to make myself something but I could be coaxed into making extra perhaps..."

He had never yet known Aiden to turn down anything he offered to cook. Aiden, as a child, so often asking him to bring one thing or another. Their new guest, perhaps, might be made to feel all the more comfortable within that ark with something to eat. His eyes meeting her own once more, offering her that singular piece of information he had omitted upon their first introduction. That impishness still clear upon him.

"And I am Matteo. Now I will have a name when you tell this story to your friends."


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