There was a certain sense of.....decorum that the man had become entirely used to in regards to women. Women were shy, quiet creatures that for the better part where seen and not heard unless he moved to engage them directly. After all, there were few whom would ever dare not to return to attention of a Prince or a King and yet more often then not he has come to find that these modern women seemed to act beneath an entirely different set of social norms. Ones he himself has not yet become aware of. A woman striking him as she had done, much less attempting to detain him was utterly unheard of and perhaps to an extent Dorian is merely rendered immobile at the shock of it. The strike a King was....beyond sinful and yet this woman whom seemed determined to sit atop him and use her weight to keep him down acted as if such a thing was entirely normal. These people! He would never understand them so long as he lived. Her words and as such her assurance she did not like threats merely see the softest of snorts released from within him. His words, after all, had not been a threat- they had been a promise. He had merely been attempting to afford her the chance to actually remove herself from his royal person before he did so himself.

Her form shifted backward, ever so slightly, resting upon his legs in an effort to further immobilize him. Dorian merely given to consider how appropriate it was to actually attempt to injure a woman when the girl atop him suddenly moved to shift forward ever so slightly, her lips pressed abruptly to his own as Dorians gaze merely widened in utter shock. Such a kiss lasted barely a moment and yet the woman merely chuckled as she leaned backward, still far to close for his liking. It was almost as if she was unaware of the crimes she had committed! Attacking him, detaining him, kissing him without his permission! She could be hanged for such things and yet she hardly seemed to care, affording him her name a moment later. Edie. This he would not forget. Although the purpose for this attack still seemed decidedly unclear, the woman determined to both brush aside her belief he could defend himself and deny him any further information as to the cause of this utterly ridiculous attack.

"Your opinions on my race were neither asked for nor appreciated. As for your orders, under whose orders might I ask is this? Who is your commander? I would speak with him."

Was this a political attack? Had the bandits merely returned to find him? Several moments of confusion exist within the mind of the Fae King, Dorian truly having little belief this woman would take him to her King or her Leader or whomever it was she acted in the stead of, his gaze narrowed now in further displeasure. It is perhaps, only further consideration of her words that sees the man actually frown. Keep him out of the way? Out of the way of what? He needed to return home. A concern for Samantha suddenly seeming to afflict him. She was alone- had she not charged him with her defence? Was this woman attempting to keep him from reaching his home? Perhaps it hardly mattered any longer, this had gone on entirely long enough.

"Well I find I must relieve you of your duty then."

He barely allows the woman time to process such a thing, his own affinity bursting to life, shrouding him entirely. Dorian rather abruptly disappearing entirely from view- her moment of disorientation or perhaps distraction used to unbalance her as he rolls sharply beneath her. Such an action however is hardly meant to toss her aside, more so he simply seeks to shake her balance entirely, knowing full well an enemy that cannot be seen was difficult to judge in any way before he rolls suddenly in the other direction- her lack of sight lacking her any chance to brace against it- sending Edie tumbling to the side as he moves to hurriedly detangle himself from her in a flail of limbs before he at last manages to scramble away. Leaving the woman no doubt staring at what appears to be an empty garden and yet.....there positions had resulted in her frame still between himself and the gate. His affinity merely took away his visibility to her, sound however still remained. Such a chance though, he was willing to take, feet crunching upon the fallen leaves as he rather suddenly sprints towards the gate.

Dorian Aragona