Dorian Ellington-AragonaThe King of Italy

How very curious that Raven's husband had not shown any preference towards the gender of his own child. Such a thing, within Dorians own time, was near unheard of. After all, it had once been the hope of any man, and many women, to have a son. A male heir to inherit that family business and name. It was, Dorian had considered, something of a foolish notion to exclude daughters and women from any ability to inherit. After all, women were just as capable in matters of business- Dorian had seen it time and again and indeed, some men had held the misfortune of fathering only daughters. Yet, the law was the law- or so it had been for many centuries and indeed still remained within his own country of birth. A son was required to inherit. If, one day, Sebastian and himself chose to have a child it would surely need to be a boy- to give the Italian crown the heir it lacked. Such thoughts however, were ones Dorian rarely chose to indulge within. After all, Sebastian and himself were decidedly happy as they were for now. A child would surely require a significant effort and a significant amount of time spent with it- rather then each other. Dorian wholly loath to share Sebastian just yet! Still, it was a manner of great fortune that Raven was to expect a son- even if it seemed her husband had shown no great preference. Tobias was a highly curious fellow. He always had been. Indeed, the lanky WereLeopard was perhaps one of the few beings in all the world that Dorian was assured he held but no understanding of at all. Raven however, seemed blissfully happy and that, surely, was all that mattered.

"What will the child be when he is born? That is to say, will he be a wolf like yourself or will he take after your husband's feline inclination?"

Just how the matter of that Were-Species was passed on Dorian so hardly knew. Indeed, until his arrival in the city he had seen precious few WereCreatures at all and yet the very species fascinated him. The Fae King was nothing if not curious in all he did. After all, so much of the world had been utterly denied to him for so very long. There was a great deal to catch up on. His mind so eternally seeking to expand upon its knowledge. It would not do to have Italy's own King so very....behind in the workings of the world. Dorian was nothing if not determined to modernize himself....eventually. Raven gestured for him to sit beside her then and make his selection from those stencils they had come to work on. One particular image so seemed to strike the Monarch's attention, Dorian gesturing towards that image of leaves and vines. He had always been partial to nature. With his selection made and that inquiry of just how that stencil was to be prepared- Dorian's silver gaze followed the shop owner with a ready intrigue. The Monarch reached eagerly for the tea Raven had poured, bringing it to his lips as his chosen stencil was seen too. Computers, in this modern age, did a very great deal it seemed. It was but a few moments later that the owner returned with Dorian's stencil before placing it upon the block of wood. The disappearance of that tea and refreshments was soon replaced with a small hammer of sorts and a series of wood stains and paint. Had not Raven insisted he need not hammer anything!? The very notion that he might wish to...damage that wood on purpose so readily prompted a look near aghast to the monarch's features, Dorian jolting in surprise as Raven proceeded to start hammering at her block of wood.

"Heavens! Are you supposed to hit it quite so hard?"

That Raven was hardly hitting it firmly at all had hardly occurred to him. The Fae King so merely left ryring Raven warily for several long moments before he reached for his own hammer. Dorian turned that small device over within his hands. How curious it was. Perhaps he might like to hit that wood once- if only to see how the hammer functioned. Raven, beside him, had so apparently finished beating her box. The young woman suddenly querying whether he needed assistance.

"No, I don't think so. I understand how a hammer is used in theory. It is merely the first time I have ever held one."

Dorian continued to examine that hammer curiously for several more moments before at last reaching out to tap at the wood. The Monarch barely scratched the surface let alone affording it a dent. Hmmm. It required more force than had been anticipated. Dorian's second strike was far firmer than the first, his third so managing, at last, to dent that wood as the sound of the hammer striking it echoed throughout the store.

"Oh! Raven look! I did it. That was quite the thrilling experience although I think that was enough thrill for one day. One dent will be sufficient. Although I should like you to take a photograph of my holding this hammer later. I would like to show Bastian."

Dorian was notably pleased with his effort as he moved to rest the hammer beside his singularly dented piece of wood. The amusement the owner seemed to take in his efforts had so hardly been lost upon him and yet Dorian was not inclined to mind.

"Now what do we do?"