The sudden flinging of the vampires arms momentarily see Dorian duck, the Fae evidently having lost all ability to judge how close or far a hazard surely was from himself- the man clearly of the belief that he himself was at risk of being collected by the flailing arms before Malek manages to knock down a glass and sending it rolling. The sudden burst of laughter from the man is infectious in its nature, Dorian feeling much that same amusement rising within himself as he chuckles in turn at the sheer ridiculousness the evening was beginning to descend into. He was, by nature, a decidedly proper being. Dorian rarely inclined to silliness of any kind and yet here and now he found he could barely remember his name let alone any reason why his previously clung to manners seemed in the least bit important. Had he been in any fashion sober he would surely have been appalled at himself her and now and yet as it was he merely saw fit to regal Malek with this tale of Narnia. He had begun to suspect on some level, that Samantha was lying to him about such a place, the riotous laughter that seems to grip Malek once more all but confirming it before the vampire declares it a kingdom under siege!

Witches and their tricks Dorian knew entirely well off, both silver eyes widening at the other mans assurance that this kingdom of Nania was currently being bewitched by one. He had never yet heard of a witch with power enough to freeze an entire land, much less turn its people to stone and yet Samantha had claimed she could not return home- Dorian very much given to understand why in this moment. Why on earth Samantha had not explained her situation more fully however Dorian hardly knew. Surely he could rallies his armies and assist her in removing this blight from her kingdom? He need only learn of Narnia's location, it's armies and the full extent of this witches power. Such a plan, here and now, seeming entirely logical.

"You must tell me where this Narnia is later, I may have to go to war with it."

He nods his assurance, mind only further contemplating this plan in a manner he would come to realize was rather sluggish if not wholly foolish before the vampire asks outright for his age. He had not yet been asked by anyone within this city for the exact age he had found himself at, even Samantha had never asked him such a thing and indeed Dorian often found himself reluctant to give it. Alcohol however had evidently lowered his usual caution in this regard, one hand waving away the mans apology though indeed it took several moments of consideration for Dorian to seem to remember exactly how old he was.

"I am five hundred and sixty one. How old are you?"

He had suspected the vampire to be old, if not older then himself, the Fae suddenly finding himself intrigued with this idea as Malek proceeds to order even more alcohol, Dorian watching this exchange with evident inquisitiveness. That the servant was bold enough to deny Malek's request was nothing short of shocking to him, both eyes widening slightly, his own lips parting to suggest a servant this disobedient was surely not worth keeping before he feels a hand upon his shoulder. Dorian is, by nature of his species, a decidedly lithe being and very easily hoisted upward by the rather muscular bouncer. That a stranger would have the audacity to touch him, the King of Italy however, very near renders the man speechless. Had no one any morals? Had no one any decorum?! To lay hands upon a King without permission was punishable by death itself and yet it seemed this man had very little care for such rules- Dorian finding himself very near tossed outside. Was this the normal fashion in which to leave such an establishment? His shock at being thrown from a building however lasts only so long as it takes Malek to realize their heights once more- Dorian forced to look up at the vampire now.

"I used to be tall but I think it is everyone got taller while I was away."

He muses slightly, unaware his words make little sense as the vampire mentions this strip club, Dorian turned towards him now, features frowning slightly. Dorian struggling to keep his balance at all.

"Strip club? No, we have not been to this strip club. What do we do there?"

Dorian Aragona