For over five hundred years, Alexander had watched his son's world fall apart into pieces. He had watched the birth of Matteo's first fae son - only to take on another man's surname if he ever wished the babe to survive. He'd looked on as the Frenchman lost the only woman he'd ever known the fae to ever love and sat by when the grief had proven too much for the man to bear alone. He'd been the listening ear when death, fear, and anger had gripped his grandson and cast the boy into a cursed palace, just as he had been alongside as Mattoe had chased down every available means to undo that spell cast upon the Italian Monarch. He had been that voice of reason when the Frenchman took it upon him to take some...caged boy he'd found in the depths of a place he most certainly should not be. He was that shoulder to cry upon when the hurt and hopelessness had gripped his son. And now, finally, after five hundred years, fate had given his son a glimpse of the joy that Alexander was sure he deserved. A small simper crossed his features, his blue-green irises settled upon Matteo as he, in turn, stared with such unadulterated happiness as his own sons. Alexander refused to interrupt that moment, the Hunter waiting until Matteo turned upon his heels to re-join him.

It was only once that tender moment passed that the Monarch suggested Sebastian join Matteo and himself on that short trip back to the cafe. The very proposal, however, near immediately caused his godson to pause within his steps; the fae pivoted upon his heels with the insistence that the Macedonian should keep an eye upon his father. His eyebrow arched almost dubiously, Alexander certain that Dorian had not thought that very request through. After all, after the centries they had spent with one another, the youthful Italian had yet to realize that the pair were far more united than not - Matteo's tendencies to tease the vampire were often far gentler than any Alexander himself might employ. Sebastian, however, seemed hardly seemed as perturbed of that car ride alone with them as he did the prospect of being parted from his own husband. How rarely was it that the pair were separated? Perhaps they might need to drag Dorian away to spend time with his family more often. Such musing, however, was presently kept to himself as Matteo offered Sebastian some reassurance that Dorian would be fine. Alexander himself made some rare effort to assure the vampire that Aiden cared far too much about those vehicles to allow any sort of harm to befall upon them. He was hardly oblivious to the very raise of Sebastian's brow, that mention of the cars rather then Dorian himself had clearly not gone unnoticed by the Englishman - only furthering that clear concern.

Any further conversation the trio of men might have shared, however, was interrupted by the veritable roar of the Bugatti's engine - that initial sound soon puttering out to a near angry purr as the car began to warm. Carefully, Alexander stepped away from the entrance of the warehouse, giving his grandson room to maneuver that exotic vehicle unhampered from the depths of the darkness it had once been submerged within. He watched as those ruby ribbons of light quickly disappeared down the docks and further into the West, Aiden hardly testing the vehicle as much as he was sure the man would in the days and hours to come. It was only once the boys and car had all but disappeared that Alexander led the rest of their family towards his own sleep, black Bently. Matteo insistence that he should drive, however, was a notion that Alexander was all too quick to vehemently shoot down. He hardly feared for his own luxury vehicle so much as he fretted over their very lives with Matteo behind the wheel. Although Alexander had never terribly excelled at those more modern inventions over the years, he mastered the art of driving enough to not only ensure their safe arrival but also to not create a trail of near-accidents within his wake! His blue-green irises shifted towards the fae at his side as Matteo spun upon his heels. The very action prompted a soft sigh from his lips - this, it seemed, was a habit that Matteo all but refused to break, despite the number of times Alexander had made his point.

That pointed look he was given only caused a distinctly unamused glimpse to cross his features and yet, for once, the Dark Hunter hardly made a move to trip the fae as Matteo's attention turned towards his own son-in-law. The fae's announcement that Sebastian preferred him to drive, however, caused Alexander's sea-colored irises to glance over the man's shoulder at the undead fellow. With a raised brow, he inquired if Sebastian truly did desire Matteo to take the wheel. The Englishman, however, hardly hesitated to emphasize he thought they were both lovely drivers! A small snort left Alexander's nose as Matteo murmured that single ancient word. "Mmmm." He offered in a soft sound of agreement as the Hunter plucked his car keys from the depths of his pocket. A small press upon the keys caused his own vehicle to beep. The Macedonian moved towards the driver's side, providing the poor vampire with but a singular glance as he opened the door. He was, admittedly, inquisitive as to just how the Englishman would get out of this lie, the trio settling into the leather upholstery just as Sebastian so strove to sidestep even Matteo's succinct inquiry. Alexander placed his key into the ignition as he listened to the vampire, his attention deviating from the road ahead of him only of Matteo's comment of the pair of siblings they had taken to accompanying, of late. A small, almost smug simper crossed his features at the very mention of just how much the two women had enjoyed themselves. He remembered just how well Amelie had savored their evening together - those noises she'd made evidence enough of that. "Yes, I will." The Macedonian answered simply as he coaxed the vehicle onto the very same highway Aiden and Dorian had all but fled down.

His blue-green irises flickered from the road towards the fae at his side as the Monarch listened to Matteo's latest effort to further those blatant feelings of discomfort his son-in-law felt. Usually, Alexander was inclined to leave the vampire to his own devices, his hatred for the undead still persisting after centuries of fighting against their kind. This time, however, it was the very hypocrisy of Matteo's words, when so toying with the fae's rosary around his neck, that prompted a derisive snort from the Macedonian. "Oh yes, because you are the epitome of a good Catholic boy, Matteo." The Hunter retorted, his gaze shifting towards his own son. "Please, tell me when you started caring so much about your children's faith." His eyebrow rose, though Alexander had long since been skeptical of the Christian faith. Accepting of it, yes. Respecting it, certainly. But that still hardly changed the fact that he hailed from an era long before that precious savior ever existed - to when the old gods still reached down from heavens and their children walked the earth, or so he believed. It was almost obvious, the very effort Matteo was putting into poking and prodding his son-in-law and Alexander was far too content to merely change sides as his whims saw fit.