Matteo

It's tough to be a god

It was several hours yet before the Ark would open its doors for the evening. That normally riotous floating fighting ring was almost unusually quiet save for the sounds of several staff members who swept or tidied in preparation for the evening. The Frenchman reclined further within Tetradore's throne atop the balcony, one leg folding over the other as his silver-hued eyes watched the staff below with an almost curious intrigue. Really, Tetradore should consider a cushion. It would have made this entire seated experience far more...pleasant. Hmmm, perhaps he had simply become far too used to the luxuries of life. A notion Alexander would have been certain to berate him for. The very thought prompted a simper to the Fae's lips before his gaze shifted toward the bar below. A faint frown tugged at the man's features, his gaze shifting to his own watch to eye to time. She was late. By exactly....seven seconds. How displeased destiny was sure to be with the outcome of that. Eight. Nine. Ten. Maybe she enjoyed tempting fate. Then again, perhaps she had been forever destined to be late. Perhaps lateness was her very fate. Matteo's head titled ever so slightly, the near ancient Fae pondering that very thing before the sound of Mira's voice echoed from within the depths of the ship.

The striking young woman hurried across the floor of the Ark, a large crate of what he could only presume was one wine or another held within her hands. Alcohol, Matteo was certain, was a perfectly acceptable excuse to be late for destiny. In fact, he was certain he himself had missed several appointments with the entity over the years due to perhaps a little too much wine in turn. A singular glance was given towards Tetradore's bedroom. His son, along with Tobias, had been veritably passed out within his bed when he had checked upon them both only a half hour ago. That was surely for the better. Matteo was more than content to leave his son sleeping. After all, it was vastly easier to talk to Mira alone and without Aiden's....theatrics over the matter. He had been dating Mira for longer than Matteo was certain he had ever shown interest in anything female. The Frenchman near assured he was entitled to be curious of the woman he had met only a handful of times. Especially one whose fate was so inexplicably entwined with his son's own. Really, it was almost as if Tetra didn't want Mira around his family. Yet, if those visions were correct- Mira had recently introduced him to hers. How distinctly...intrigued Matteo found himself of that event. His gaze continued to linger upon the young woman for several moments longer as she began to wipe down the bar and organize those shot glasses in preparation for her shift- a brief reach for his own affinity all it took for the Frenchman to disappear from his makeshift throne- only to appear upon the nearest bar stool at that newly polished bar.

His elbow rested upon that surface, his head resting within his hand in fashion almost boyish. Matteo was unable to prevent that flicker of amusement within his gaze as Mira turned- only to jolt in surprise at his sudden appearance. Ah, two thousand years old and yet that Fae nature remained as it always did.

"Ah, forgive me, Mademoiselle Mira."

Those accented words were offered softly, Matteo's head dipping by way of greeting as he regarded her. Several locks of light brunette hair threatened to catch within his lashes as he did. His hair today distinctly tousled in a fashion decidedly reminiscent of Aiden's own unkempt locks. Matteo so seemingly casual in that white shirt and denim jeans that appeared nothing short of thrown together and yet so readily seemed to capture the eye of a passing waitress, her cheeks flushing a bright red as his gaze brushed gently over her features. She hurried to the kitchen, a squeal of delight upon her lips. That announcement of his arrival sure to spread throughout the Ark within the next several minutes and yet, tonight at least, it was hardly the entertainment of the Ark's waitresses that captured the man's attention. Matteo, tonight, far more intrigued with the young woman before him. One he was distinctly determined to talk too and oh- how very much he had to ask her before his son might be given the chance to stop him.

"My son is fortunate to have you to take care of things while he sleeps the day away. He is very good at sleeping. I think perhaps it might be his finest talent."

Those words were nothing short of teasing, a distinct good-nature lacing each word all the same as the Frenchman chuckled softly- his free hand reaching out to toy with one of the shot glasses upon the table, twirling it easily within his fingers with all the expertise of a man whom had held far, far to many of them throughout his time.

"It so happens I am in the neighborhood this evening. Perhaps, you might keep me company for a little, oui?"

One eye ros softly in clear question, those words distinctly accented before finding a near impish note once more.

"I promise I have not crashed any cars this evening- nor borrowed them. He is still a little mad about that I think."

Ah, but how certain he was Mira remembered that incident the night they had first met. Amusement distinctly clear upon the Frenchman's features all the same.