It irritated Alexander extensively, he knew, when he chose to pivot upon his heels and walk backwards. The Hunter had, over the countless years they had known one another, taken to chastising him for that very action a number of times right along with attempting to trip him on numerous occasions if only to make his point. That veritable habit however, no manner how many times Matteo had found himself upon the ground, was one the near ancient Fae seemed decidedly staunch in his refusal to break. That new point of view such a manner of walking provided him however so allowed him to meet the bright blue of Sebastian's own gaze with ease. Alexander, as he had anticipated, was quick to deny him that chance to drive the sleek black bentley his own Father favoured. Matteo taking that opportunity to turn those words neatly upon his son in law with the declaration that Sebastian surely wanted him to drive. Alexander was quick to seize upon that opportunity in turn and allow his own attention to fixate upon the poor vampire. Sebastian however, so seemed to veritably rchetted back to the Victorian era as his hands folded behind his back. His son in law quick to inform him with good grace and ample politeness that he thought them both lovely drivers and surely had no issue with whomever should choose to take the wheel. Ah, the devil! How....politically correct an answer. How intriguing. Matteo, in that moment, inclined to find himself both impressed and amused with the vampire boy all at once. How much would it take, truly, to have the vampire break his habit of British politeness? Was it even possible? How very inclined he was to attempt to find out.

Matteo's gaze shifted but briefly back to Alexander to offer the Hunter that singular word of praise for Sebastian. The Frenchman choosing that distinctly ancient language if only to prevent his son-in-law from becoming aware of any such praise he was offered. It would hardly do, after all, for Sebastian to know that he rather liked him- when it came down to it. Not when it was far better sport to watch the flustered vampire attempt to gather himself over and over again. Ah, how Dorian would tell him off for such things! Even if the Frenchmans intent was largely to, harmessly, tease at his sons lover. Matteo's attention returned again to Sebastian with that query on whether or not anyone had ever managed to tell the Englishman of how largely terrible Matteo's driving was, reportedly (he didn't believe it himself), supposed to be. Sebastian's shoulders rose in a small shrug. The vampire insisting Matteo had driven them in Italy without incident. That drive having been distinctly quiet and without so much as another car on the road. The ancient fae, in that moment, content to take on Sebastian's praise as his elbow shifted to nudge Alexander as they arrived at the Bentley.

"See. 'Without incident' and yet you still believe I cannot drive."

Matteo, it seemed, was so hardly above using Sebastian's praise to further his own cause even if he suspected his Father was unlikely to believe him. The Frenchman moved to settle himself in that passenger seat then as Sebastian climbed into the back and Alexander took up that drivers seat. The car rumbled to life but a moment later. Alexander, ever the sensible driver, taking ample time to check both mirrors and angle his head over his shoulder to look behind them before reversing out- despite the notion no other car had been down this road the entire time they had parked on it. Aiden had been right. He and Dorian could surely take the scenic route and still beat Alexander back to the cafe. Matteo sighed softly at that veritable slow, safe trip they were about to be subject too before his attention shifted to his age-old companion more fully. For all Alexander's slow driving the Hunter still made an exceptional wingman of sorts for those more.....pleasurable endeavours. With Alexander set to return to France in the coming weeks Matteo Saw little need not invite Giselle and her sister, Amelie, to spend at least some of that time with them if Alexander desired it. Both women, after all, had made it abundantly clear that they had more then enjoyed Matteo and Alexander's company last time and would be nothing short of eager to do so again. Both girls wholly inclined to be rather uninhibited when it came to sharing their beds. Several days of women, wine and food a near perfect holiday as far as Matteo was concerned. Alexander, as he had anticipated, quick to agree.

"I'll see to those arrangements."

He offered simply, that heavy French accent tainted his words. Matteo so hardly concerned with Sebastian hearing their plans for such things. Not when he knew well of the vampires own rather colourful sexual history. It was that very notion, however, that the Frenchman so decided to tease upon in that moment. His silver gaze flickered upward to that rearview mirror to pose another intriguing question to his son-in-law, his fingers toyed with that rosary at his own neck and yet, this time, it was Alexander whom so rose to that veritable bait instead. Any words Sebastian might have offered cut short but the Hunter's indignant snort and insistence that Matteo himself was no 'good Catholic boy'. Matteo perhaps inclined to admit he could hardly argue with that. The Frenchman near assured there were very few, if any, of the ten commandments he had not broken in his time. Alexander demanded to know then when Matteo had started taking an interest in his sons faith. Matteo's own features frowned but slightly as he eyed his companion.

"Whose side, might I ask, are you on?"

There was little true disdain in that very question. A simper of amusement tugged at the corners of his lips all the same before his silver eyes simply rolled. Alexander an eternally fickle being when the mood took him. Matteo lent readily back within his seat then, his arms folded easily behind his head, those words aimed at his own Father all the same.

"I will have you know I have always cared about my children's faith, Mon Amie. Tell me though, when do you intend to tell them that their great grandfather is Zeus? I look forward to you explaining that one."

Ah, but how many times had they had that very discussion! Matteo, just as Alexander accepted his Christianity, had come to both respect and acknowledge Alexander's own gods in turn. Yet for every time Alexander had so pointed out it was highly unlikely a human man had been born only to die for humanity's sins, Matteo had been equally as willing to suggest that a man throwing lightning bolts had been unlikely to live atop a mountain and come down to earth on a whim. There discussions over the years had been nothing short of lively. Each more then willing to tease the other on those beliefs even if, deep down, both were inclined to respect and accept those varying gods the other held. It was Sebastian's voice then that so interrupted Matteo's further consideration on that colourful plethora of Gods that they had discussed over the years. The vampire offering that rather curious information that he was half-incubus and by that notion no stranger to orgies even if he had never bothered to inquire as to the marital status of those other participants. Matteo, this time, far more intrigued in regards to that statement on Sebastian's species then his relative honesty in answer that question. Curiosity so filling his silver gaze then as he eyed his son-in-law once more.

"Half an incubus, Mon Amie? So you are a Cambion then. Ah, but this makes sense! It explains a great deal of your habits. I know of your Maker and a little of her Maker before her but I know little of your vampire lineage before that, or your human one. I did not see you in my vision until much later. Is your Incubi line descended of Ardat Lili or is it Irdu Lili?"

That this might well be veritable news to Sebastian had hardly occurred to the Frenchman in any sense. Matteo's gaze shifting back to Alexander as they turned into that street within which the Hunter's Cafe sat. Aiden and Dorian, it appeared, having arrived before them.

"You had a run in with Ardat Lili didn't you? Outside of Rome? I went to speak to the soldiers on the wall about the 'demoness' they said was picking them off in the darkness. You said you would wait to speak to the Captain of the Guard when he returned from prayer inside the cathedral. I came back and you were trying to stab that gorgeous woman while shouting at me not to come near her. She was an aggressive bitch, despite her looks. She sent us both flying before she took off and she threw that brick at your head. You dragged me around for a decade trying to track her down after that."

Matteo chuckled lightly at that very memory of battles long since passed. That very scowl on Alexanders features so assuring the Hunter remembered that battle and remained as unimpressed with it now as he had been then. That car so smoothly came to a stop within the street then, Matteo abruptly gestured toward a green car parked ahead of them.

"Eh, why do you not just nudge it up a little? It will give us more space."

The look Alexander so afforded him with prompte the Frenchman into silence, Matteo snorting softly then before moving to climb out of the car and head toward his sons then. Aiden's new car, surely, would be safe here for one night. His attention fell upon his younger son.

"How did it drive, Aiden?"

He queried in clear curiosity. The grin upon Aiden's features surely giving away that answer well before the Alpha spoke. Matteo gestured toward the cafe then before leading the way toward and waiting for Alexander to open the door.

"Alexander will show you all where to sit. I will be back with dinner in a moment."

That teleportation so easily grasped him then. Matteo wholly content to return but briefly to France to assure that meal was as ready as he had intended.

c'est dur d'être un dieu.