It is true that the new Fae queen saw little reason to deny the affection that she had found for Dorian. While she'd originally saw him as a source of amusement and annoyance, she now saw him as her best friend. He, like Nadya, Raven and Aiden, were the few people that Samantha could say genuinely made her happy. She felt safer having Dorian around. She looked forward to coming home to see him, and even if he didn't understand most of the things that the faerie girl had in her apartment, it was half the fun of having him around. Forever the loner, Samantha had hardly found a best friend in her human life. Acquaintances, sure, even people she would invite over to spend the night. She'd grown fond of lots of people, but no one she would consider quite on the same rank that she placed Dorian on. Dorian was her best friend, her second in command.

As the man crossed the room to speak to her, she'd offered him just a small smile. A smile that grew in intensity as he made her look at him, assuring her that he would be delighted to take up the position as her best friend. The grin that burst onto her features was one of general excitement, and before he could walk away from her she found herself wrapping her arms around him in another hug. "You better. I'd be lost without you." She let go of him, albeit reluctantly, allowing him to dress. Her fondness for him didn't spare him from her insults at his reckless behavior, fully believing that he was ridiculous. Though, he hardly seemed to agree with her assumptions, instead turning it around on her instructions. The fae girl frowned at the implication. "I did not think I needed to tell you to stay away from vampires. They drink your blood, Dorian! I figured that even you would be intelligent enough to..."

The girl trailed off as Dorian seemed to not be listening to her anymore, frowning as he mused on whether or not they could actually die. "Yes, we're immortal," The girl replied bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest. Her own immortality was a subject that made her cringe, hardly wanting to consider that everyone she loved would die one day, and she would be stuck as an eighteen year old girl. "But I don't know that being drained of blood wouldn't kill you. We can still be killed, even if we're supposedly immortal, Dorian." Samantha shook her head, running a hand through her long hair in frustration as she looked up at him, hardly feeling reassured by his insistence that his lover would not have killed him. "You don't know that, Dorian. Not for sure."

It is those thoughts that caused the woman to react, telling him he could not leave the house after dark. Samantha had lost so many people already. Her parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, anyone who had known her from before. No, she would not lose Dorian when she had only just found the person that she trusted. Just as she would not lose Ivy, or Raven, or Nadya. Or... or Aiden. The girl would do whatever it took to protect those she loved. Normally, the good spirited girl would have laughed at the exasperation from her companion, though today she had no amusement for it. No, this was for his own good, even if he would be upset with her. "Yes, I am. You can go out as long as it is daylight. Otherwise I want you here." It is perhaps one of the first commands she had offered him as his queen - a role he had agreed to, had he not? - and decidedly one she would be upset if he disobeyed. But keeping him here when it was dark would allow for him to be away from the vampire, and keep him safe. Safe. It was the only thing she wanted for him.

Safe and, well, happy, that is.

Samantha hardly felt the need to be within the presence of the faerie anymore. She hated arguing, hated fighting. Dorian was never that for her, and she hated having to give him any kind of command. And even more, she hated having such a petty reason for being upset. Though she had been annoyed by the subject of the 'princess lessons' that he had suggested she need, she couldn't deny that she had been excited about spending time with him. The briefest amount of surprise from him only confirmed that he had, in fact, forgotten all about the lessons he'd promised her, even if his words insisted that he had not. She had barely opened her mouth to protest when he shushed her, causing her to frown.

The suggestion that she should show her disagreement with her eyes only afforded him a scowl as he moved around her to lead her downstairs. She followed, still rather annoyed by his antics and hurt at having been forgotten. Still, she followed him down the metal stairs, moving to stand in the middle of the kitchen. She watched him as she moved in front of him, raising her right hand to chew on her fingernails as her nerves took hold. God, he was entirely serious about these lessons. "Um," She replied as she gnawed on her nails. "Uh, standing, I guess?"