The sudden remark from the woman- a decidedly unchaste one at that, readily sees both eyes of the Fae King lift upward in surprise. Such an...outlandish comment! From a woman at that, was simply not done. Such words were used for flirtation, for teasing, not as a matter of general conversation with a companion and truly for a moment the man is near rendered speechless at the unashamed insight into her covert affairs. His lips part several times as if to answer before closing again, arms at last folding over his chest one more. The man is hardly lost for anything with which to reply exactly, more so that such a bold statement had come from such a shy woman was astounding to him. Not entirely unappreciated, after all, such a playful side is endearing and yet for a woman such things were just unheard of as being mentioned outside of the bedroom.

"That- remains to be seen."

He simply answers at last, unsure as how else to proceed, the shock on his face clearly presented for several moments longer before he returns his attention to the activity at hand. It is pleasant, after all, to spend some time with the woman, Dorian merely nodding as she spoke, making an adjustment here and there as it was required until she was standing in a manner he deemed acceptable. He listened with intrigue to her attempt to explain these 'fake princesses', his own features frowning slightly in an attempt to understand before recognition seems to dawn upon his eternally youthful features.

"Ah, you mean it is a coming of age ball, to be celebrated when a woman comes of age to marry and bear children. Any and all eligible bachelors of appropriate rank and match are encouraged to attend in the hopes she might find a suitor amongst them. I have been to many."

Such a thing was not at all unusual to the man, Dorian nodding now, pleased to have achieved at least some understanding despite the fact that in this day and age women were rarely encouraged to marry the men whom attempted to court them at such an event. Such parties had always been decidedly pleasant to the man, his own Father having insisted he attend them from as young as 6 years old. After all, betrothal, especially among the nobility, was acceptable at any age- most girls married by 12 or 13- something Dorian has come to believe is perhaps not considered normal any longer and yet such a conversation is for a later time. That Samantha at least possessed some knowledge of the importance of such a custom though was fortunate to hear. Less pleasing though, was her admittance that she had only ever attended one such event.

"I highly suspect this is why you are not married."

If she ceased to attend any such balls, or hold her own, how on earth was she expected to ever find a suitor? Dorian shaking his head slightly. Oblivious to so many modern customs. At least, he supposed, she had found the companionship of the Cat-Man he was yet to meet. He attempts, despite himself, to offer the girl some encouragement. It was better late than never, he supposed, that she learned these things, the man allowing a small smile to touch his features at her mention of his own lack of discussion about his family- head shaking softly.

"You can read about my family in the books of history you provided me with. My Father was a good ruler, an astute King, but he was a cruel man as you say. He took pleasure from harming others. I did not, I could not and to his mind I was simply to gentle."

He continues to work as he speaks, seeing no need to delve into the details of exactly how cruel his father had been. Indeed he had been famous for his torture rooms, for so horrifically killing his enemies only to revive them and do it over again. How Dorian had loathed it. He straightens her shoulders slightly once more before stepping back from the girl and encouraging her forward, only to watch her stumble and fall, the horror surely reflected in his voice as he moved to help her up- ignoring her protest and insisting she try again. This time she is more successful. It is hardly perfect and yet she had managed several laps in relatively safety.

"Bien joué!"

He exclaims readily, his French lyrics slipping smoothly into his words now, eyes rolling slightly at her protest all the same, though he makes no move to argue with her.

"Perhaps, had you practised with your book a little more you might walk better now, hmm?"

His words are light, teasing, one eye lifting slightly before he allows a chuckle of sorts to part his lips, the woman coming to stop before him, the man merely nodding at her assurance he would be there to allow her to hold onto him. It would be decidedly imprudent of him to allow her to go alone after all. Especially without his guidance when it was clear she needed it so very desperately.

"We are standing, we may as well dance."

He affords her no chance to actually protest, the man crossing the room to the radio within the corner, the Fae having learned about this mysterious device after several nights spent practicing with it. His first attempts to use it having resulted in Samantha having to rescue him from the 'aggressive men trapped in the box'. Green Day evidently not a band he took any pleasure in. Several more attempts however, had assured the man of its purpose, a singular adjustment removing the terrible music Samantha so seemed to prefer to have playing while she cooked and flicking instead to the classical station. Even this music was, perhaps, more modern then Dorian and yet such instruments were understood by the man. This the sort of music he could move too. He strode easily back to the woman now, placing himself before her.

"Now, which dances do you know? Can you waltz? Perhaps you might show me that which you know and we will go from there."

Dorian Aragona