Samantha Cassidy

In the months that the Fae Queen had been living with the ancient Italian king, she'd grown very accustomed to the way that she had to communicate with him. The girl so used now to using precise language and not the American slang she'd grown up using. The words confused the man and too often flustered him to the point that Samantha regretted speaking in the first place. She hated confusing her companion, hated to see the way that he was so suddenly struggling with the world in which he was making his home. It was the entire situation that had the woman on edge, the demand that he chill out slipping from her tongue before she could catch it. Her eyes flicked up to him as that look of surprise filled his features. "That's not what it means," She said quietly as she looked over at the man and the way he seemed so flustered by her use of words. She felt bad almost instantly, her tone calming as she looked at him. "I just need you to calm down a little bit. I know that this is stressful. If it was Aiden coming over, I'd probably be a mess... But I..." She trailed off as she regarded the flustered man. She'd never seen Dorian look so anxious, and quite frankly she didn't like it.

He seemed, at the very least, momentarily calmed by the assurance of the Fae Queen that she would, in fact, dress appropriately for the evening. She knew the decorum that Dorian had grown up used to - it was all too similar to how the Upper East Side had worked in her childhood. She knew how to smile and how to be the picture of poise and grace. She may hate it with every bit of her being, but for Dorian, she would do whatever it took. She couldn't help the quirk of her lip as he flustered with the title in which to bestow his lover, the girl herself offering up the term that she used for her own boyfriend. She was surprised, then, when the man seemed to agree with her, the girl's gaze fixed on him. "Boyfriend and Consort. Those are very important titles to you, Dori... Dorian. For tonight, I promise to call you Dorian. I have no intention of doing anything that might ruin this evening."

The girl leaned forward then at his kind words, her arms wrapping around the Fae King as she held him. She was aware that he would worry about the state of his shirt, so as she stepped back, she reached out to gently smooth the fabric of his shirt, smiling up at Dorian as she went to place the chicken within the oven. It was only her mention that she would make him that saw the man react, and the girl quirked her lip up into a teasing simper. "It's best if I show you," She felt out then for the man's emotions, her power wrapping around him then and coaxing him down to a calm, peaceful state. Her eyes never once left his as she watched him react, giving him several moments before she released his emotions once more, watching them return to their natural state. "I can help you be calm. Now, go pick out what outfit you want me to wear while I make sure everything is ready and perfect."

She watched as he went up the stairs, letting out a breath of her own nervousness before she went to digging in to the cabinets. After numerous lessons with Dorian on proper table etiquette, she knew she could set the table with ease. The plates were set on the table in a neat fashion with the cutlery all placed in the order it should. With real, cloth napkins instead of the paper towels that she ate her poptarts on nearly every morning. It looked like a fancy table that you would see in a nice restaurant. She was sure it paled in comparison to the tables that Dorian sat at in Italy, but it was the best she could do for here. She'd just finished when her companion came down the stairs, the black dress that Samantha had set out within his arms. The compliment he offered her saw the woman blush slightly, nodding as she took the dress. "Thank you, Dorian," She said sweetly. She turned then, picking up the kitchen timer to show it to him. "I'm going to get dressed. If this thing starts making some ungodly noise - it's beeping, but you'll think it's loud - then come get me so I can get dinner out of the oven."

With that, she took the dress and marched herself up the stairs and into her bedroom. She was well aware of how important this evening would be to her companion, and as such she was entirely willing to dress herself up to look nice. The black dress did look nice on her frame, and she could see why Dorian might have chosen the dress that covered the most amount of skin while still being... well, modern. The instant it was zipped to her frame and the heels were on her feet, the girl moved into the bathroom to fuss with her hair and fix her makeup. It was only once that was done did she descend down the stairs once more, giving a small twirl before she stood in front of him. "I assure you I look much nicer now?" She commented, giving him a warm smile as she glanced over at the clock. "Your Sebastian should be here any moment, no?" She paused, considering the titles that Dorian so frequently introduced himself with. "Say, is your Sebastian of royal birth as well? Oh, do I have to give my titles as well? Is that this kind of dinner party? What are my titles, Dorian?"