death incarnate & night triumphant

He could see the wariness in her eyes as he opens the gate, the woman most likely fearing he was about to dump her on the street and leave her without any help at all. Wariness was good, if there was one thing he could teach the Fae Folk was to always be wary of others, he was no exception. When he invites her to the tea shop around the corner, he can see the relief that causes her to slump very slightly. Closing the gate, he lengthens his stride hardly waiting to see if Samantha was going to follow him. It doesn't take long before she's matching his stride, Andras sliding his hands into his pockets as they stroll down the sidewalk. He can't help but allow his tone to turn slightly patronizing as he explains. He doesn't miss the look of disdain that crinkles her nose as she talks about Somnia. His dark hazel eyes glance down at the former queen, a brow arching slighting, "Darling, the fact that you are even aware of the name Somnia means that there is a leak in my court. My people are bound by law to not speak the city name to non-members - clearly someone has found their way around it," he states, his voice is light though there is a seriousness glinting in his eyes.

It was entirely possible someone was speaking with a court member and someone had overheard or they intentionally placed themselves somewhere where they could be overheard. Andras had far too many Fae he were protecting to question them all and it was possible it was someone close to him. Something he would have to look into discreetly. He tucked the thought away, though he wanted to portal back to the city to start his investigation, he had just agreed to meet with the Fae woman at his side. "So you can see how your statement came off as threatening," he explains before looking away from her. Samantha then states that she isn't quite afraid but more uncertain than anything, the man simply opening the door to the tea shop and settling down in a booth, his massive frame almost looking comically in the small seat. He eventually offers her his name and he's almost thankful she uses it. She goes on to admit that she doesn't have a lot of time and yet, as far as Fae pregnancy went, she had plenty of time, though the man has a sneaking suspicion that wasn't what she was referring to.

He doesn't immediately dive in and instead decides to respond to her earlier statement, "You are Fae now, you are still alive. You are not like a vampire who's body has stopped those particular functions, your body has merely changed slightly, become sturdier, less breakable. It's incredibly hard to get pregnant as a faerie, most females will go their whole existence without ever conceiving," he begins, "Though, I'm sure you already know this as you've confirmed the life inside of you," he drawls before pausing to glance at the waitress who makes their way to them and starting with the former queen. "Just a black tea is fine," he states after Samantha orders. It's only a matter of seconds before the waitress is off, putting in their order. Turning his attention back to the red-haired woman, he rests his gaze heavily on her, the full force of his ancient eyes watching her intently, "No, Samantha, the reality is that you do have time. Plus, if I were to explain in detail about your pregnancy, I hardly think you would retain much of the information at the moment. Clearly, there is something else worrying you and perhaps we can address that before we move onto other topics," he pauses, waiting to watch her reaction, "I'm not going to tell you, you can trust me in full - we hardly know each other but the decision is yours and I can't make it for you," he states finally, his lightly accented words entirely serious.

It was true, it wasn't as if Samantha knew him, clearly had heard rumors about him but she didn't who he was and what he was capable of truly. For all she knew, he could be setting her up for failure. Not, that he would - but she didn't know that. Leaning forward slightly, he brings his hands up onto the table, folding them together as he stares at her. It would be so easy to invade her mind, to simply find the source of the problem and yet, Andras never dared enter another mind without permission unless it was under the most dire of circumstances. Interrogations were one thing... however, this wasn't an interrogation.

Andras Steinhello darling