There was an unmistakable gleam of awe and intrigue within the depths of those irises that so stared up at him, those questions all but a jumble as they fell from Alexis' grinning lips. Alexander could hardly help but to chuckle ever so softly before his head bobbed, the Hunter purposefully providing an answer to each and every inquiry. "It was called the Temple of Nymphs because it was a temple dedicated to the Nymphs. I fear we were not very....creative with names in my day. The Nymphs were...nature spirits, I suppose." Alexander continued, already preemptively answering any questions she might have on that likely foreign word. After all, few, these days, truly honored those Greek deities and woodland creatures. It was the inquiry of his position, however, that prompted a soft hint of bemusement upon his features. "I was a Prince then. My father gave me the title 'heir apparent' when I finished my education at the temple. I became King a few years later. I had one full sister, though my father had seven wives so I had several half-siblings. I've made plenty of rivals over the years...and..." The Monarch paused at the very inquiry of best friends. It should have been a relatively easy question, after all, in his youth there had been many who had desired favor with the heir to the Macedonian throne. Since then, the Dark Hunter's charisma and undisputable victory time and time again in the art of war had too brought others flocking to him. Even so, there was a distinct difference between them and the only man whom he had ever given the title of 'best friend' to - the only man who had ever captured his heart, the only man who he had ever truly loved regardless of all the wives and lovers he'd had. God, how it pained him to even think on those memories, his mind incapable of forgetting even the smallest details of him. "...I had one best friend." Alexander finished, his blue-green irises turned down towards the wine in his glass before he took the chance to sip on that liquor.

He was almost thankful, admittedly, when the conversation shifted instead towards Alexis, despite her own desire to share any stories of her own. Dessert was a splendid distraction for both of them, those delectable treats seeming to entice the young woman with their succulent descriptions of things she had never tasted. Although she was unwilling to speak of her life before him, those drawings were one facet of his girlfriend that Alexis seemed far more keen on, albeit shy, perhaps, to share her work. The last thing he anticipated, however, was her sudden decision to share a story from several years ago - one that provided a great deal more detail of the encounter between his steed and his grandson. The very extent of how far Frost had gone, unnecessarily, coaxed the very fires of that anger within the Dark Hunter, the likes of which that saw his fist clench despite his efforts to appear...blase at best. There was no denying that the Hunter had every intention of bringing up that tale with Frost himself, even if it had occurred near years ago. After all, the last thing he desired was for any chance that it might, somehow, occur again. That rift that had formed between the two packs had at least subsided to some sort of tense peace and yet, Alexander still felt the need to make his own stance painfully clear to the equine Alpha.

His thoughts, admittedly, were only distracted by the sudden smell of sweetness as those ordered desserts appeared in front of him. Alexander reached for his own fork, the man listening all the while as Alexis spoke of how she should have stood up for Raven more than she had. It was a noble idea, truly, and yet how those very concerns of strength were the epitome of the modern woman. A soft breath left Alexander's lips as he admitted just how...different the ideals of a woman had changed throughout his very lifetime. Thankfully, Alexis seemed to understand entirely, the woman explaining her old pack followed much the same expectations. It was his inquiry of what she wanted to be, however, that seemed to prompt the largest sigh from the woman. Alexander used the side of his fork to cut into his own dessert as he listened to Alexis' consideration of that very inquiry. Her declaration that she wanted to live without regrets prompted a small smile to his features as Alexander took a piece of his cake upon his own fork, that playful wink only furthering that simper into a warm chuckle. "I think that's a wonderful way to live, Alexis." He assured her before he placed his own piece of cake in his mouth. Alexander glanced up as Alexis continued on, speaking of his strength and confidence - the two things that had always drawn people to the Macedonian King. How many times had he heard those words from how many different mouths? Nevertheless, Alexander provided her with yet another warm smile, only to watch as Alexis near melted in her chair at the very taste of the cake she'd chosen. He could hardly help the laughter on his lips that he was her savior for introducing her to cake, and slowly, Alexander shook his head. "There is far more where that comes from." He insisted, almost teasingly and yet, even he could not deny that dinner had been...tasty.