How Aiden could feel the very power of that vehicle under his fingertips! How he yearned for those open roads to test just how fast that Bugatti could go, the very roar of that engine all but tempting the Were-King! His very excitement for the vehicle prompted an almost boyish grin upon his features as Tetradore let the car roll forward and out of the darkened warehouse. It was, perhaps, his own desire to simply drive that saw him insist that they could take the longest route possible and still beat their Grandfather. It was hardly that Alexander was a bad driver per se, rather, the Macedonian simply followed the laws of the road to a 't' where Aiden simply...did not. His insistence, however, prompted a chuckle from Dorian as the boy shook his head in response. How fortunate Dorian was to never be subjected to either of the ancient men's driving! A soft snort left his nose as Dorian informed him that the fae's security team had intervened before they let the French ambassador drive the Italian Monarch anywhere. Frankly, a part of Aiden was surprised even he had been allowed to take Dorian out on the streets of Naples in the Lamborghini they'd taken home during his last stay in Italy. Such thoughts, however, were momentarily put aside at Dorian's inquiry of how the French as a whole drove when he'd been in Paris. "They like to move your car with theirs if they deem you're in the way. I'm fucking amazed everyone doesn't have dented bumpers there." Tetradore responded with a roll of his emerald irises.

Nevertheless, the vehicle seemed to roll smoothly down those makeshift roads within the dockyard until they met the actual streets of the West. The striking brightness of those LED headlights illuminated the roads ahead, much less the fascinated faces of those they passed. The very rumble of that engine seemed to be akin to a magnet - drawing the attention of a great many of the Western inhabitants as men and women alike inquisitively followed the sound of the Bugatti. Those looks of want, longing, and amazement had hardly gone unnoticed by the Were-King, an almost smug simper permanently affixed to the corners of his lips. Dorian too seemed to notice the number of eyes that followed them through the West, though Tetradore was entirely sure that it entirely had to do with just how magnificent that black Bugatti was. Aiden let that car roll to a stop in front of a traffic light, the Bugatti's very presence created a small congregation upon the corners of the street. The Were-King was certain he saw several cellphones pulled out to video and snap pictures of the vehicle - some of those onlookers clearly had some inclination of just exactly what they were staring at. Thankfully, the dark tint to those windows left Dorian and himself as little more than vague silhouettes within the depth of the vehicle's darkened interior. A glimpse was given towards his brother, Aiden checking to ensure his sibling hardly seemed...uncomfortable with the amount of staring they had gained.

That small look of pride upon Dorian's features assured that hint of worry within the man as Aiden turned his emerald irises back towards the bright red light in front of him. Aiden reached out, shifting the car's gear if only to allow him to rev the monstrous engine beneath the hood of the Bugatti. The very sound seemed to create some measure of delight within that gathered crowd, the warm laughter on Dorian's lips only furthered the smile on his own. The sudden green hue of the light ahead saw the man shift gears as he pressed on the accelerator, urging that car forward as he steered out onto the highway. Finally! Finally, he was given a chance to toy with those very speeds he all but relished in! It hardly compared to the open roads of the Lamborghini factory's track or the quiet dark roadways in the mountains north of Sacrosanct - but for the moment, it would do. The Bugatti was quick to gain that speed, the car almost seeming to struggle to remain within those acceptable speed limits when it could so clearly do so much more! Such considerations of how far he could test that car with the limited traffic around them, however, were interrupted by Dorian's sudden announcement of the very value of the bottle of whiskey they had left within Matteo's care. The very price immediately drew Aiden's gaze towards his sibling - the Were-King momentarily forgetting that road altogether!

The alarm within Dorian's voice, however, as the fae Monarch redirected his attention towards the road ahead of them only caused Aiden to roll his eyes. "The road's straight, it's not going anywhere." He insisted with a soft huff, the Were clearly unperturbed by his attention's momentary deviation from the streets ahead. A small correction was all that was necessary to see the black Bugatti back in the very center of the dashed lines that made up their lane. An almost baffled glimpse crossed his features, however, as Dorian suggested he drive. His head shook ever so slightly and yet, the Alpha was willing to engage in that little game of sorts, especially if there was to be prized whiskey at the end of it. The very suggestion that Dorian 'hold on' prompted the fae's hand to lift for the handle of the door, the Italian clearly remembering some of those more abrupt lunges from dead stops that had sent the fae near tumbling out of his seat, despite his seatbelt. A small, bemused simper crossed his features as Aiden jerked the wheel abruptly to the side, the Buggati swerving into the lane to the side of them. Tetradore all but ignored the sudden application of that horn behind him as his foot pressed further on the accelerator, his own car quickly gaining more speed. How readily the Were-King swerved in and out of traffic, much to the irritation of the fellow drivers. Dorian, thankfully, hardly seemed much distraught by the unpleasant reactions they were receiving - that grin of delight apparent even out of the periphery of Aiden's gaze.

The assurance that he was good at this, however, prompted a soft chuckle from Tetradore. "Thanks." He commented, hardly seeing fit to expand upon just where or how he had gotten so uniquely skilled at such reckless driving. Thankfully, with the ever-increasing late hour, the traffic had begun to thin out, giving Aiden that room to better stretch the vehicle's capability. How eagerly he coaxed the car to go even faster, the pair all but speeding down the highway with little regard to speed limits at all. The lights above the roadways had become veritable blurs, the buildings that lined the streets and houses equally as quickly came and went and yet, neither man seemed to truly care. How they relished in that birthday gift - until time so demanded they head back into the city and towards the cafe the group had decided to meet at. Aiden was almost remiss to turn the vehicle back towards downtown and yet, for whatever delectable dinner Matteo had made, it was surely necessary. It hardly took long, however, before the pair had made it to the front of the darkened cafe - the brothers had beaten the rest of their family much as Aiden had predicted they would.

Carefully, the Were-King guided the car to a stop just at the curb of the cafe. He turned the car off, the vehicle going dark shortly after as he pulled the key from the ignition. Admittedly, the Alpha himself was contemplating the car's safeness on the streets of Sacrosanct like this and yet....there was little else he could do, really. "I hope so...I mean...I guess if anyone steals it...Matteo can probably find it again." He responded with a soft sigh. How distraught he would be to have this present taken from him! Nevertheless, Aiden undid his seatbelt as he stepped out of the vehicle. The vibrant emerald of his irises briefly met Dorian's own over the hood of the car, his own fingers lightly brushing across the hood as Aiden lackadaisically made his way around the vehicle, listening to his brother all the while. "It might be one of the nicest I've ever even had." The Alpha admitted as his gaze once again brushed fondly over the sleek black vehicle. He was still amazed that his family had gone through all the effort to acquire this for him - particularly when he was sure that he hardly deserved it. A small simper crossed his features as Dorian suggested it was best not to tell Sebastian about that car ride - the vampire eternally seemed...overprotective of his husband. Still, it was a feeling he'd come to understand. Mira, after all, had begun to provoke...curious feelings of possessiveness within him, even if he refused to acknowledge it.

He joined his sibling beside the Bugatti as those soft Italian lyrics reached out to him. A soft sigh left his lips at the very mention of Matteo and that singular word Aiden had finally given the fae - one he had long deserved. "Yeah...." The Were-King started as his gaze turned down to the sidewalk beneath them. "He worries too much, you know?" His lips pressed together ever so slightly, the Were revealing just how...attentive he was to his father's concerns in that very moment. Why Matteo seemed so.....determined for his sake, he hardly understood. Matteo, however, was not the only one that deserved something from the Alpha. "Dorian?" He inquired, only to reach forward to pull his brother into an altogether rare hug. "Thank you, for the car." He muttered softly, only to add after a moment's consideration. "And for keeping an eye on father." He released his brother after a moment before Aiden turned to lean against the black Bugatti, the Were-King careful to ensure any adornment upon the back pocket of his jeans were kept from that perfect paint. His emerald irises turned towards the cafe in front of him as his arms crossed over his chest. Briefly as small shrug crossed his shoulders at Dorian's inquiry of his favored cheese pasta dish. "I don't know...maybe? What is your favorite?" He inquired, his brow raising in brief inquisitiveness, only for the sight of Alexander's Bently to momentarily catch his gaze. Slowly, he nodded towards the car in question. "There they are, you can ask him what he made."