The faerie queen was remarkably ready to argue the state of whether or not Aiden would notice her nails. She was sure that her physical appearance was something that she doubted had much weight with him. Sure, Aiden thought that she was beautiful, even told her so, but the state of her fingernails? Not something that he would be concerned about. Of that, she was positive. Still, she couldn't resist the quirk of her lip at his comment regarding her state of dress in the morning. "You see," she said with a grin as she looked at him. "He doesn't really care much about my nails in the morning when I'm naked and on top of him. Would you?" It was perhaps the most vulgar the woman had ever been in front of Dorian, but she hadn't slept well, was annoyed by him, and sometimes, just sometimes, it was just too easy to mess with him.

"Regardless, Dori, I think it's time to begin this lesson that you seem so adamant that I take on with you," She commented lightly, making no effort to resist being manipulated into the position that he seemed to think was more appropriate for the queen that she was. It was ridiculous, she was sure, and she was positive she would never walk like this outside of his room. But it seemed to put him in a good mood to find himself useful to her, and who was she to kill his fun? If it meant they would spend some time together this morning, she was more than willing to humor him. "Like this?" She asked gently, adjusting her body just slightly to be more comfortable, though she didn't lose the position he'd put her in, not entirely. She barely waited for confirmation before she frowned, the girl entirely sure she looked ridiculous.

"I bet I am a snob," She countered, giving him a small smile. "In New York, where I grew up, they had cotillion... where they would present all the debutantes. Basically, they were rich girls who liked to pretend they were princesses. My grandmother wanted me desperately to do it. I went to one lesson and quit. It was much like this," She couldn't deny the laugh that escaped her lips at the memory. "If she could see me now. A faerie queen. How ridiculous she would find the whole idea." She shook her head, looking up at him. "But those girls were snobs. They thought they were better than everyone else. I feel as though that's what I'm doing at the moment with my head like this."

It is clear, then, that the woman felt so out of place within her new role. Sure, she had lied and told him that she was a princess â€" the role one much better than the prostitute one he seemed determined to give her in the beginning â€" but in all actuality, she was the kind of girl that liked to fade into the background. Her new role thrust her into the spotlight more than she was comfortable with, and it remained clear she had none of that inner self-confidence that Dorian had. But it is his words that caused her gaze to soften, biting her lip softly for just a moment before she corrected herself, lest he whip out lip gloss to correct that bad habit as well. "You've never spoken to me about your family, much as I don't speak about mine. But if he laughed at you, I doubt he was anything but cruel. You are nothing to laugh at. At least, not in that manner, Dorian."

It was a kind gesture, one that was brushed away quickly as he stepped back, gesturing for her to move. This was ridiculous, she couldn't help but remind herself. Still, it was only moments as she stepped forward before she found herself on the carpet of the living room, a laugh bursting out of her lips. It is the gasp of her name that caused the woman's laughter to intensify, and it was several moments before the queen was able to grab at his offered hand, pulling herself up. "See, this is why I don't walk like that."

Still, he seemed adamant that she try again, and she was in no mood to argue. His words were encouraging, reflecting the belief that he, for whatever reason, seemed to have in her. "I don't believe that," She commented lightly. "I'll fall down here as equally as I will in public, of that I am sure." Still, she moved away from him once again, tilting her head up and her shoulders down as she moved to walk in the way he'd shown her only moments before.

"You know," She said after a moment, when she'd made it to the other side of the room without any problems. "This makes me think of when I was little and I would try to walk with a book balanced on my head. I used to be really good at it. I'm half surprised you're not making me do that." It was a simple tease, but one that caused her to grin wildly at him. She crossed the room once again in that same, ridiculous laugh, before she came to a stop right in front of him. "See, I can walk. Kind of. Put me in heels and I'm not so sure I won't fall over onto the carpet again. Luckily, I have my Dori to hold onto for that should I attend any balls, right?"

She moved easily to lean against the counter opposite him. "So, what's next?"