Ah, if there was anything Alexander knew, it was the art of war. How he had succeeded in that very thing over and over again - the commander took nearly everything he set his sights upon, with the exception of a few failures that history was inclined to forget. What he was certain of, however, was that Cleopatra's battle was not one that could have been won by himself alone - even if she seemed to think otherwise. Her insistence that he underestimated himself caused his brow to rise ever so slightly. Few had ever claimed the Conqueror of old to ever underestimate himself. In this, the ancient Egyptian was so terribly wrong. "Rome nor your brother would not have been bested by peasants holding cheap swords, Cleopatra. Armies take time to forge and train. Whomever came to your aid thanks to my name alone would not have been enough to beat the army you faced. Even trained foot soldiers do not work together flawlessly the first or the twentieth time." After all these years, how blind she still was to her own idealisms. This, Alexander was certain, was exactly why women were destined to fail as rulers. He may have been a beacon but...at the time...he knew well it was a worthless one.

Still, it was certainly best for the woman beside him that she had not found him. Her world would have been shattered by his hand - a fact that Alexander had little qualms in admitting. The Egyptian throne would have been lost to him. Her lovers would have been dead at his feet and he would once again rise as the King of all of Asia. Surely that what not what she desired. It was that very inquiry that seemed to prompt a torrent of emotion upon her refined features. Her gaze rose towards his, before those words fell bluntly from her lips. The corner of his lips twitched upwards in amusement before his head shook ever so slightly, "Egypt always was an agnatic primogeniture. So yes, I would have taken the throne from your brother. It was clear he was an unfit ruler if he could not even keep it from his sister-wife, regardless of whether or not he wanted it." The blue-green of his gaze drifted down to the wine in his glass. Alexander was well aware of the dangerous line he tread upon. Cleopatra, thus far, had been nothing if not terribly self-righteous in her belief that her side of the story was just - in that she had been the more worthwhile ruler, that history had wronged her. As if the throne cared for such emotions. It was her very feelings that had put her country through a civil war at her behest.

The oceanic hue of her gaze turned upwards as she once again began to speak, insisting her love for Rome itself was nonexistent - at least at first. Her declaration that she would have done anything to keep Egypt from Rome's hands prompted a soft chuckle upon his lips. Ah - what she truly meant it she would have done anything to keep Egypt in her hands. Her thirst for power had corrupted her view of what was truly good for her country. It was a thing Alexander had witnessed time and time again. Even he had not been immune to such thirsts for more - the difference between them, perhaps, was that Alexander was willing to admit it whilst Cleopatra remained blind to all she had done, believing the good outweighed the bad. For now, however, the ancient Conqueror chose to keep such observations to himself, particularly when he was already certain his comment mere moments ago surely prompted some level of ire, even if she chose to keep it from her fair features. The conversation, however, drifted as Cleopatra pointed out the almost inquisitive change of roles. Though she might have once sought him out, it was now he that had chosen to investigate her. Alexander's shoulders lifted in a brief shrug, the Macedonian Monarch had little reservations in admitting his momentary intrigue within her. "I was curious." He offered her vaguely.

It was her query, however, that caused Alexander to pause. How coy she seemed with her inquiry and for a moment, his head tilted to the side in consideration as his gaze swept over the curves of her feminine figure. "You are...exactly what I expected." The Conqueror responded softly, purposefully leaving out just how much he had hoped she would be more. There was no doubt she was as beautiful as legends say and yet...he questioned both the loyalty she seemed so proud of and her illegitimate hold upon the Egyptian throne that seemed to prompt her power hungry ends, regardless of what she had once done for her people before dragging them all into a war that she could not, and had not won. She was the exact sort of woman Alexander himself would not have picked to rule at his side. However, with neither still a Monarch...there was little harm in simply indulging in her fair looks - even if he vehemently disagreed with her on a past neither could change. It was the slight shift of her feminine figure that drew his oceanic irises away from her, only to eye the approaching camel was general indifference. His company, however, seemed nothing short of amused by the creature's presence, her soprano voice purposefully vague as she insisted he would get one of his previous wishes.

Alexander's brow rose at the melodic sound of her laughter, her attempts at an introduction caused his gaze to shift towards the towering camel in silence. A pet camel...at least that was...unexpected. "You named a camel after your dead lover." The Macedonian King commented, only for his head to shake ever so slightly. "You have a...very unique sense of humor, Cleopatra." He added before bringing the glass within his hands to his lips - that Greecian wine finished off with relative ease before he placed the empty flute upon the table beside him. His interest within the camel, was near nonexistent, it's presence hardly given any more then it's brief consideration as Alexander rose to his feet. A single hand was held out towards Cleopatra in an almost gentlemanly manner, "It was a pleasure to formally meet you, Cleopatra, but I will not impede upon your good hospitality any longer."