It was a rare thing, in every sense, to find a being whom seemed so adamant in their belief that those gifts of future sight did not exist. Especially when that very being was, herself, tainted with the supernatural. Dorian could so hardly help that look of surprise that found his features in those moments in which Raven, composed as always, sipped her tea in a neat, orderly fashion only to insist some things were more believable than others. How very strange it was to have someone doubt the very gifts that had governed so much of his and his family's lives! Dorian, in that moment, so inclined to consider just how very much they all...relied upon Matteo. Even when they so hardly meant to. Whether or not himself and Sebastian and Alexander and Aiden truly intended it or otherwise they so surely all relied upon the Frenchman to.....watch over them, in a way. To keep them safe. To forewarn them of any great impending disaster. At least, to a certain extent. The future, after all, was apparently an uncertain thing, ever changing and shifting with endless possibilities. Raven's lack of belief, though she surely meant no offense with such a notion, was almost....displeasing to the Fae King. Dorian, for the the first time in a long time feeling very near inclined to defend his Father's abilities. Even for all the times he had, in turn, so surely bemoaned them. Dorian shook his head softly, that shortbread nibbled on once more in contemplation before he spoke. Those accented words warmly offered all the same. The Fae Kings good nature so hardly faltering.

"Do you truly believe I would lie to you, Raven? I promise you as that sure as the sun does rise that my Father is a Seer, that he sees things well before they happen and yet I will admit that even I do not always understand his role in life or the part he plays. The future, I think, is an entity not well understood even by those who wield it. Still, it is the truth."

Matteo himself was, perhaps, the only one capable of answering those questions upon the future itself, the way it worked, the way it was presented and changed. Dorian wholly oblivious to those considerations in Raven's mind and the fashion in which her thoughts lingered upon the very disasters of the world that could or should have been prevented by such a power. Dorian himself, more than once, so having considered those ideas in turn and yet in that moment Raven's very mention of children so seemed to change those considerations. Children! Was such a thing truly what Matteo had spoken to Raven about? That she would be a Mother one day of not one but two children? How very glorious such news! At least, to Dorian's own mind. The Monarch, perhaps, very much of that aged school of thought that so represented his own time. Children, any children, born to a married couple were surely to be celebrated. They represented family, a continued bloodline, a line of succession, security of marriage and indeed so contributed further to that simple, sweet ideal he had believed Raven so desired. A husband and child. Was it not the dream of most women? Had such a thing changed over the years? Raven, for her part, hardly seemed as pleased as he had anticipated. Truly the woman appeared rather....distressed.

His query upon her very state of anxiety so hardly seemed to calm her in any sense. Raven instead insisting Matteo's words had been nothing short of cryptic (as they were want to be) and that he had done little more but give her more to worry about. What perfectly odd creatures women were. This, Dorian was certain, the very reason he had married a man to begin with. How very much he adored Raven! The woman the very sort of woman whom reminded him well off his own time. She was wonderfully pleasant company. Smart, well read, capable, polite and amusing and yet how very prone to over-reaction she surely must be! Or at least, so Dorian had decided in that moment. Raven rose from her seat as if she could not longer prevent herself from moving. The young woman beginning to pace about that balcony as Dorian so merely watched. His silver gaze lingering upon her as she queried whether or not he had heard her. Any efforts he so made to respond to that query however were abruptly cut short but her sudden attempts to explain not only the life she had lived but that too of her mate. Lives that did not, to her mind, provide them with either the knowledge or the skills to raise a child. Was this truly what she feared? That she lacked some skill perhaps? Some knowledge? That Tobias might be somehow lacking altogether?

Raven sighed heavily then, crossing back across that verandah to all but collapse back into her chair beside him. Dorian so having remained silent throughout that exchange, his tea still within his hand, the Italian nothing but the epitome of simple calm and yet that warm simper found his lips all the same. Dorian allowed one hand to reach outward to her own then, his fingers resting atop hers in that soft, gentle touch of affection.

"Raven, for someone who does not believe seers exist you have taken a very great deal of thought to his words."

Dorian paused once more, merely allowing her to consider the very irony, perhaps, of her own actions in this. The Monarch so merely seeking to have her align her thoughts perhaps a little more before he continued. His hand still resting upon her own.

"Maybe you were not raised in a loving home all your life, but do you still know love? How to give it? Receive it? Return it? A child will ask no more of you then that, Darling. You are worried you will not be good parents because you did not have good parents yourself, no? I think that is an understandable fear. I do not have children, I am not a parent, but i think this is a fear every parent has. Just because your childhood was not ideal does not mean you cannot take that and learn from it. It means you know exactly what sort of parent you do not want to be. A child needs family and love. You have that in your pack and in your marriage. It will not always be easy, you will not always know the answer but what parent does? That is why you have others around you to help you. You are a good being, Raven, you know what is right, how to care, how to love- you have all you need right there. The rest you will learn. You will be fine."

How very much he believed those words, each and every one of them. Perhaps, one day, Sebastian and himself would look into....fatherhood. The very idea one Dorian himself had hardly considered and yet nor had he dismissed it. The Fae King decidedly sure those very reservations would afflict his husband and himself in turn, one day. How very ironic it was that it was Matteo's words Raven so stressed over when this, that topic of parenthood, was perhaps one best directed at the Frenchman himself.

"As for Tobias and is presence, there has been far more than one child in this world raised largely by a Mother alone. That is not to say he does not care or does not desire to be involved, I suspect he will. Though i do understand your worries with his...how you say....condition. That, I think, is where you are fortunate to have pack. Your child will have far more than one good, male role model in its life and many more their to help you."