Ah, but the Monarch so surely took a small modicum of satisfaction in the notion that Raven had, for now, so seemingly given up her efforts in attempting to persuade him that an illegitimate child would ever hold the same value or right as one born into marriage. Dorian's thoughts upon this very concept were near centuries old and so seemingly unwilling to be changed upon the very contemplation of a single conversation over tea. Such a way of thinking, after all, had once been the norm and indeed very much a part off his own decidedly ancient life. The Fae King, for now, content to relish silently in his victory even if he was near assured his companion would, one day, attempt to convince him again. He had hardly anticipated that talk might shift to Alexander, of all people. That very name so sparkng that clear look of recognition upon Raven's own features. The woman near tentative in her efforts to enquire as to whether the Alexander she knew was indeed the same being Dorian spoke off as she poured herself another cup of tea. The Monarch readily informing her that he was. Alexander's cafe seemed but eternally popular with both the supernatural and human alike. His Godfathers tendency to leave those supernatural creatures to their business only seeming to further that very popularity. Dorian quite unable to prevent that grin that found his features.

"I am very fond of the cafe too, he makes wonderful coffee, Sebastian prefers the tea. I am not certain I know this Alexis, although I am rather certain I know she has not yet presented him to your pack if they are indeed courting- my Godfather is allergic to cats."
Raven's pack, he knew, contained several of those people whom so doubled as felines. Her own husband so accounting for one of them, his brother another. Alexander sure to be reduced to a fit of sneezing and watery eyes were he to be in the company of such beings to long. The Ark itself, with all manner of creatures visiting its doors- sure to be all but coated in that cat hair! A soft chuckle rose easily within the Monarch's throat at the very notion of Alexander, in all his glory, so reduced to sneezing. That sudden question on how Alexander and Matteo had come to meet the very question he had asked that pair not so long ago.

"My Father joined the French Army when he was very young, beneath the Commander Clovis. He was not in control of his powers then- he made quite a spectacle of himself on more than one occasion. Most of those who marched with him believed him mad, or a threat. Supernaturals of any kind were treated with much more disdain back then. War brought Alexanders regiment into contact with Clovis'. Alexander heard tales of the, how you say, 'lunatic boy' among the French forces and asked for Matteo to be sent to him. Alexander saw Matteo for what he was right away, Matteo feared Alexander intended to kill him. They began as mentor and student, but they become friends, the very, very best of friends. They have hardly left one anothers side in well over a thousand years. I think to, though he does not often say it, Matteo views Alexander a Father figure in turn. They can be damn near intolerable when they are together sometimes though I assure you."

Dorian's own head shook good naturedly at the mere thought of his Father and Godfather before his attention shifted to that topic of Raven's pregnancy and that gold he intended to send her child when given the chance. Raven seeming to eternally opposed to the idea! Why on earth the woman would deny her child such privilege he hardly knew, that gift of gold was simply the done thing in his culture. To offer the child something less would be to act as if that child was lesser! Raven so attempting to persuade him to donate something to charity in the child's name instead. Dorian so hardly satisfied with such a thing and yet, he supposed, it couldn't hurt to consider it. Raven seeming positively thrilled with that very admittance. It had been....more years then he could count since another had thrown anything at him, Dorian momentarily left staring at that biscuit in a fashion near perplexed by asking after Raven's own power and just how it worked. How useful to be able to summon things to oneself! Raven willing to admit it made cooking far easier as Dorian so further contemplated uses for that very talent. Raven's sudden query upon his own power however, readily saw the Monarch pause. Dorian eyeing his companion near warily then as she asked after that rabbit from so long ago. How he had very near forgotten about it! That day he had so discovered that affinity for life a decidedly....traumatic one. The Monarch thankful, perhaps, that he had come so much further since then and yet Sebastian and himself had long since decided to keep that knowledge of that very power between their family alone if only for the....implications of it and what it was so capable of. That Raven still remembered that very day was wholly surprising. Dorian so debating on affording her that truth as a soft sigh found his lips. The Monarch near reluctance in his admittance of that power.

"That is exactly why we have kept it to ourselves. Grief can so often make people do...foolish things. I can give life but I cannot...heal injuries or disease. You recall the rabbit. It was surely alive and yet in what condition? To do that to a human being at the request of another to bring someone back would be a sinful thing."

Dorian's head shook at the very thought as if to rid his mind of those less then pleasing images that threatened to dance there. How many implications his own power had! The Monarch assured he had not considered half of them. Those biscuits so suddenly lifted once more. Raven sending several of them towards him. Dorian, this time, having the sense to dodge several of them and bat another away. What on earth was she doing? Raven, playfully, insisting he had been the cause of her nightmares- or rather- that rabbit had been. The Monarch frowning slightly as another biscuit struck him.

"In my defense I did not learn what that power was until months later. Besides, I should think being chased by rabbits, even in your dreams, would be far more embarrassing for a predator than merely killing one poorly."

Ah, but that small simper tugged at his lips all the same. Dorian chuckling softly as he finished the last of his tea. Those teasing notes offered in good humour as he leant back within his chair once more. The evening having grown late.

"Do you fancy some more tea or do you plan to head home?"