How perfectly fanciful this notion of child support was! Dorian assured he had never heard something so absurd in all his life. The very thought, the very idea, so seemingly lost upon the Monarch altogether. The cost of raising a child was, perhaps, outside of his own knowledge. Dorian so lacking any experience in such a thing and too- he had so never lacked money in all his life. The very notion that some things may be unaffordable or out of reach for a single parent so raising a child without the support of the father in some fashion had hardly ever occurred to him. Why should it? Dorian, for all his life, so never having truly been exposed to that form of hardship. The world he had so existed in had surely had its fair share of illegitimate children. Such a thing was near expected of a man after all. More than one nobleman within his own court having 'experimented' with those village girls or maids in their youth. A child so resulting from those very unions on occasion. Such a thing so wholly normal within his time period that Dorian had so hardly considered that the modern world had changed its views and that some law now existed to protect those children whom would have otherwise been forgotten and deprived of any of their fathers estates unless they were legitimised. Raven's efforts to explain that idea further prompted a look of consideration to his features. Dorian so clearly puzzling over that very thing. His companion insisting that a Father did not have to be part of a child's life and yet they were still so required by some law to send money?

"What a truly obscure idea. It sounds, how you say, messy."

It was nothing short of utterly baffling to him. It was surely one thing if a Father so desired to be a part of that child's life, but to force payment from them? For a bastard child? Hmm. Perhaps he so required to think upon it further. Dorian wholly conflicted over the idea. His mind content to see both the good and the bad of such a notion. Raven's assurance that it was hardly the child's fault they had been brought into this world coaxing that near inquisitive look from him once more.

"I know well the struggles of an illegitimate child, Raven. Maybe it is not their fault but illitigmate is illegitimate. They do not hold the same value as a true born child. They never will unless legitimised."

Dorian was nothing if not decidedly practical about this very thing. Several hundred years of a distinct way of thought so not about to be undone in a matter of mere moments it seemed. The Monarch perhaps far to aged to, just yet, take on that more modern point of view despite how distinctly good natured Dorian so normally was and too- wholly sensitive to the needs of others. On this, it seemed, he was unwavering. A bastard child was a bastard child. Some, by luck or the grace of God so managed to become more, to become true sons, others would never outgrow that very stigma. It was simply the way of the world. The world had not time for pointing fingers at whose fault it was that life existed. Dorian paused by briefly once more to reach for another biscuit, the Monarch nibbling at that corner in further contemplation before Raven suddenly asked after Alexander and whether or not this was the same Alexander that had attended her wedding to Tobias. Dorian's own head nodded readily then, that simper finding his features as it so often did at the mention of family.

"Yes. He is my Godfather and my own Father's best friend. He has a coffee shop on the East side of town. It is excellent coffee too."

How much Dorian would so have preferred to discuss the merits of coffee! Rather then Raven's disapproval of gold. Dorian assured that gold was, by far, his most favoured thing in all the world. The colour alone was divine. It went with positively everything. Why on earth Raven might not desire her child be gifted something so splendid so that he or she might too know the splendour of glad he hardly understood. Beside, it was a tradition of both his own family and culture. The Monarch wholly content to argue with her over the very matter regardless of her wishes. His own arms folded across his chest in a distinct and rather un-royal huff. Dorian wholly content to threaten Raven with naming a building after her child if she preferred. Then again, that gold could always be put into some sort of trust fund for the child to access when he or she became of age and could decide for themselves what to do with such gifts. Raven's insistence that a building was ridiculous so managed to prompt that amusement to his features once more. Dorian, perhaps, inclined to agree and yet he so hardly said as such for now. His companion insisting instead that any gold was better gifted in the form of a monetary donation to a charity in the child's name. Dorian scowling but slightly at the idea.

"I will consider it."

That, it seemed, for now, was all he was willing to concede too. Dorian so hardly anticipating that biscuit that was all but tossed across the table to strike him. The Fae king glancing from that snack to Raven and back again in momentary bafflement before that grin found its way to his features. That easy laughter falling from his lips then with good-nature ease. Raven threatening to toss another if she needed, Dorian inclined to merely roll his eyes. The Monarch fearing little from a biscuit based assault. His attention instead, lingered upon that second levitating biscuit with a clear curiosity. That query off her power parting his lips then. His silver gaze shifted from Raven to those gently floating chairs, the woman insisting she had previously lifted crates and a car though remained unsure of the heaviest thing she could lift. A car, Dorian suspected, would surely be close to that limit and yet that alone was an impressive feat.

"It seems quite a useful talent to have I should think."

After all, one would not even need to reach for things! Raven surely capable of bringing whatever she desired to herself. Dorian's further consideration of what else Raven could do with that power abruptly ended by the woman leaning forward then in a fashion near conspiratory. The Fae so hardly prepared for her very query on that day in the woods those years ago. A day Dorian had all but struggled to remove from his thoughts entirely. That very power one that he simply did not speak off. Sebastian and himself having decided it was simply far too....risky to allow the wider world knowledge of that ability if only for the implications of it. Yet....Raven had already seen that power in action, even if she hardly realized it. The woman clearly not having forgotten over those years. Dorian so momentarily considering those very words with clear struggle.

"I....well you see I...."

How he so struggled to put into words that very power! Dorian falling silent once more as he so attempted to consider how best to broach that very subject. The Monarch sighing softly. Raven already knew about that very power. Surely telling her would not displease those close to him. His silver gaze at last lifting to her own.

"I possess the ability to control life. To give it, to take it away, to see it like a light around people and plants and animals. I accidentally returned that rabbit to life that day. You must not tell anyone though, please, we do not want the world to know of it."