How very fortunate it was that at least one amongst them had not forgotten that ebony ribbon that decorated the hood of the vehicle! Dorian, so caught up in the enthusiasm of the moment, the delight of his own sibling and his own desires to be driven about in that glorious car, had forgotten that adnorment entirely! The roar of that car as its engine turned on was nothing short of satisfying, Dorian momentarily assured he could near feel the car beneath him before his own husband so suddenly appeared before them to neatly pluck that bow from it. A hazard, truly, that at the speeds Dorian had come to learn Aiden seemed to adore, might have seen them fly from the road with obscured vision entirely.

"Thank you, Bastian!"

Dorian so called after his husband before his gaze returned to his sibling then. Both men so grinning at one another in a fashion near boyish before that car began to roll steadily forward. Aiden's very insistence that they could surely drive to the cafe by the longest route possible and still beat their Grandfather their so readily coaxed that chuckle from the Monarch in turn. Dorian's own head shook softly at that enquiry as to whether or not he had ever driven with the Macedonian Hunter. He had, on a number of occasions, ridden out with Alexander on horseback and indeed, had several riding lessons beneath his guidance. He had never yet, however, so sat in the car with the man. Aiden quick to assure him that, by his own standards, Alexander was a near painfully slow driver and Matteo was nothing short of awful. How terribly poor his Father's driving skills must truly be if the entire family seemed united upon that very fact! Hos fortunate that Alexander would surely insist on driving. Dorian so momentarily finding himself concerned for Sebastian once more. His lover, he knew, so found Matteo a distinctly...stressful being to sobe in the company off. Alexander, by that same token, was surely no better and perhaps only mildly less...terrifying to the vampire and yet surely that short ride to the cafe would hardly give Matteo time to upset Sebastian too terribly, would it? In the very least Dorian was assured Alexander would hardly allow any such teasing to go to terribly far would he?

"Matteo offered to drive me once, my security team refused to allow it. I'm beginning to understand why. I have heard it said though that the French, as a people, cannot drive. Did all the French drive poorly when you were there?"

That warm simper so found his lips once more, Dorian chuckling softly at the memory of that very look upon Matteo's face when Dorian's own security had, tactfully, attempted to prevent the Far King getting into any car in which the French Ambassador was driving. Matteo skills, or rather, lack thereof, distinctly well known- or so it would seem. That car continued to roll forward then. Dorian so found himself rather taken with how smoothly that car seemed to navigate the warehouse district. How impossibly enchanting it was to be nestled within that vehicle with its sleek lines and glorious lights. The Monarch not unwilling to admit that the dashboard, with all its buttons, was wonderfully tempting and yet he knew well Aiden's disdain for anyone pressing at those very buttons without cause. Dorian so determinedly keeping his hands firmly within his lap as that car cruised onwards. How glorious it was too- to be allowed to sit in the front seat of a car! Dorian assured such a position was far more advantageous than the back in which Sebastian and himself were so often relegated as a manner of security. To be able to see out of that large front windscreen was an undeniable treat. One made even more so when seated next to his own brother and within that car.

The car itself, in turn, so seemed to attract its fair share of attention. Even within the dark of the night the Western District seemed positively alive with other beings as they emerged from side streets and alleyways, taking breaks from evening shifts to follow the rumbling sound of that engine. Those people so readily drawn toward the car. Far more than one of them eyeing it with a clear delight and distinct longing. Dorian so commented then upon that very thing as Aiden shrugged before insisting that none of them had ever seen anything quite like that car before as they rolled to a stop at a traffic light. Several more people gathered upon the sidewalk then to eye the car. Dorian inclined to feel distinctly proud to be the one sitting in such a vehicle even if he had long since become used to those stares and pointing of others. A number of those beings had fished their phones from within their pockets to film that car, the dark tint of the windows so obscuring Aiden and himself from any such footage all the same. Aiden, it seemed, was equally as pleased with the attention his new gift seemed to generate, the Alpha so purposefully revved that engine much to the sheer delight of the gathered crowd. Another chuckle so easily hummed within the Monarch's throat at such antics before the light changed and Aiden steered the car out onto the highway. The men, at last, given at least some room for the car to run. Even if it was not quote so grand as that track within Italy.

Aiden's foot was quick to find the accelerator, the car responded near immediately as it so effortlessly seemed to build more and more speed. How impossibly thrilling! That sheer grin of delight so hardly faltered from Dorian's own features as they began to gather speed down the highway. It was, however, at that very moment that Dorian seemed to recall that bottle of whisky that Matteo had been left to hold on to. The Monarch momentarily fearing for its safety as Aiden's name fell from his lips. Dorian waited only so long as it took Aiden to acknowledge him before inquiring how fast that car could truly go- if only for the notion that $120,000 bottle of whiskey was at stake. Aiden's near alarm at what Dorian could only presume to be the price of that gift momentarily saw the Alpha's gaze deviate from the road ahead.

"Aiden! The road!"

Dorian was wholly quick to remind him lest they find themselves driving into the next lane. The Monarch waiting until he was quote assured of their relative safety before a ready grin seemed to find his lips. The Fae King, quote inspired by those movies, so insisting that Aiden 'drive'. His brother, it seemed, was more than willing to take up that very command as a chuckle as Aiden's shoulders shrugged, a chuckle leaving the Alpha before he commented that, for such a prize as that whiskey (for it was surely in danger in the hands of the three in the other car, known drinkers as they all are), that he best hold on. The Fae Kings hand lifted readily to grip at the handle of the door. Dorian so refusing to be caught off guard as he had been in Italy. Aiden near having tumbled him from his seat during that very trip. His sibling veered suddenly, much to the anger of the driver behind, before applying only more speed. Dorian's gaze was readily prompted to widen then as Aiden began to weave in and out of traffic without losing any speed at all! His brother so expertly poileted that car, Aiden seemingly ignorant of the beeps of the horns of other drivers. Dorian, for perhaps the very first time in near all his existence so finding that.....monetary inconvenience they had caused those other drivers was.....rather thrilling. Hos terribly wild of him! Hos very much Sebastian would surely disapprove of such things and yet Dorian could hardly remove that grin of delight from his features. It was not, after all, as if those other drivers could see who was in that car. The joys of anonymity.

"You are terribly good at this."

Aiden, he was certain, drove unlike anyone else he had ever seen before. Matteo, surely, had not been his brothers instructor. Then again, perhaps Aiden had merely mastered such a talent despite their Father's efforts. The traffic so at last began to thin out, that car given a clearer run that Aiden, in the least, seemed to take full advantage off. That car pressed to a higher speed again. It was almost as if they were flying! Perhaps, one day, if he so learned to drive Aiden might even let him drive that very car himself. The car continued to eat away at that road, those buildings and houses flashed by so quickly Dorian was barely given the chance to acknowledge them and yet how little he cared. Speed, he had come to decide was....rather addictive. How remiss he was to so have to head back into the city and toward Alexander's Cafe even if the thought of that dinner was wholly pleasing in turn. That car surely not made to sit within city traffic when it so longed to run. They had, as Aiden had well predicted, beaten Alexander, Matteo and Sebastian despite how far outside that city they had travelled before rounding back in. Dorian wholly inclined to grin once more as Aiden carefully guided the car to a stop right outside the still dark a locked cafe.

"Do you think it will be alright to leave the car here?"
They would hardly be far away from it and yet still,the thought of leaving it sitting upon the street, even one so quiet as this, was inclined to prompt the fae to worry for it. Dorian slowly undid his seatbelt before lifting up that door. The Monarch inclined to find even the doors of that car thrilling before he stepped outside, shutting the door behind him, before letting his fingers run along the surface of the car once more. His silver gaze lifted to meet the emerald of his siblings own across that car.

"I'm so pleased you liked your gift. I enjoyed it too. It is the nicest car I have ever been in- and by far the swiftest. I shan't tell Sebastian just how swift. It would only stress him."

That near impish grin so found the Monarch readily then. Dorian contemplating that ebony paint upon the car as his fingers continued to run over it while they waited for the others to arrive. Aiden, he knew, was not a being for sentiment of any real kind and yet, but that one singular thing surely remained to be said. Dorian's accented voice so softly found that night air then.

"Aiden? What you did for Dad tonight? Thank you. I think he needed to hear it."

That grin on Dorian's lips hardly faltered, the Monarch so choosing not to inform his sibling of just how worried Matteo had been about him for those past weeks lest Aiden be forced to dwell upon, well, whatever it was that had so distressed him. Dorian determined to keep that evening a distinctly positive one- yet- that thanks was surely needed all the same. Simple and straightforward as it was. Aiden, he had come to suspect, was not inclined to anything more. Dorian shifted then to turn and face that cafe. A soft chuckle upon his lips.

"Do you think he's made that...cheese pasta thing you like for dinner? He so rarely makes me my favourite but I quite think that is because he actually dislikes it himself."

Dorian Aragona