There would always be a little bit of guilt for how violently Matthew had reacted but Maria had fucked with his head and stolen a bit of his heart into her pocket with kindness in the shadow of Phoebe's violence and over-whelming insanity.

"We do tend to find those.. less stable then the rest. A curse.. A blessing if you can get them in the sack," Matt said, letting out a low whistle. Dark eyes watched Dorian move, his knees spreading slightly to better view his nephew and his seeming plea.

It felt a bit like they were in the old world, and Alexander was swearing fealty again.

"We do indeed," he replied softly, nodding in confirmation at the knowledge. The suggestion was taken well and with a gentle, approving smile as he sat forward to prop his elbows on his knees.

"This I can agree to. I would see her with you if I could, but she's.. Well, I am sure she's offered you the same thing she's offered me. I smell you on her, and we cannot argue the higher power of her blood and.. frankly, her love. Perhaps, instead of neither of us staking claim, we should both do so. As ours. We're careful enough to avoid each other's triggers, and she need not know we're so.. inclined, if we don't wish her to.."