Alexander was hardly oblivious to the subtle cameras that had watched him the very moment he pulled up to the driveway, those tiny devices surely still eying him astutely even as he stood upon the welcome mat before the door. Technology, admittedly, ruined some of the enjoyment from those unexpected visits and yet, the Macedonian King was certain that the Egyptian woman had hardly anticipated to see him ever again. Oh, if only Cleopatra knew the very man she had walked in on! The very one she had wished her dearly beloved Cesar to be. The simple thought prompted a subtle twitch to his lips, his head turning slightly away from the camera if only to obscure that hint of bemusement upon his features. It took several moments before the front door slid inwards on silent hinges, the Dark Hunter presented with the same enigmatic woman clothed in flowing ivory. His brow rose ever so slightly, the oceanic hue of his gaze roving her feminine figure before a singular word drew his attention upwards. A small hint of a simper danced across his lips as he uttered in the same blase manner, "Fairy." He was hardly inclined to show his hand just yet, the Macedonian content to let that mystery simply grow within the depths of her thoughts.

How aware he was of her gaze upon him, the light of the day surely revealing far more of both his features and his physique than the dingy grime of the sewers. Alexander was well aware of that subtle hint of inquisitiveness that danced but briefly upon her features before it too disappeared behind that poised facade. It was all that was necessary to prompt that vague hint of smugness within the already egotistical Monarch. That gentle wave of Cleopatra's hand, accompanied by the singular step backward over the threshold was all Alexander needed as a way of introduction, the Hunter merely following her into the depths of that eclectic home. How blatant the Egyptian influences were here! From the color of the granite underfoot to the architecture of the thick columns. It reminded him entirely of the land he'd once loved, though he supposed he should have suspected no less from one of Egypt's most renowned Pharaohs. His instincts, in spite of his intrigue, were as attuned as ever, the Hunter entirely aware that they were not the only ones within the home. She kept other fae...how intriguing. The weight of his gaze turned towards the column in question, those words Cleopatra spoke entirely telling and yet, he kept his tongue on those observations for now.

It was her assessment that drew the ancient conqueror's attention back towards her, her words prompting a small simper upon the King's lips. "Thank you, and you are beautiful as ever, I see." Alexander offered, willing enough to return the compliment. He watched as she took a step closer towards him, her inquiry finally prompted the Hunter to offer her the small black box within his hand. "I merely wished to return this to where it belonged..." Alexander responded, the astute Hunter entirely aware that it had already captured her eye. Surely she knew precisely why he was here, that curiosity hardly one-sided. History, after all, had spoken fondly of Cleopatra, both for her immeasurable beauty and too for the strategic mind that had kept her upon Egypt's throne, bedding Rome's ruler. He was, admittedly, at an advantage and yet, Alexander would prefer no other way, truly. The Macedonian reached forward, lifting open the lid of the ebony box to reveal that gleaming bracelet that had once been lost, the golden hue still shining brightly as ever. Alexander's attention, however, remained entirely upon the woman herself, after all, he knew everything that bangle had to tell him - it no longer of any value to him beyond what he had already gained access to...her.