The faerie queen wasn't quite sure where Dorian had ran off to for the evening. She had ideas, certainly. More often than not lately, she had seen him disappear off to be around the lover that he'd acquired. While originally the girl felt it necessary to tell him to stay indoors during the hours in which the sun was down, that had seemed to fade out as she'd watched her companion grow happier and happier the more he spent with his companion. As much as Samantha wanted to fear vampires and worry for Dorian's safety, how bad could someone who made him that happy possibly be? If - and it seemed like more and more of an if the longer the vampire was in Dorian's life - he wanted to hurt him, he had plenty of chances and wasn't taking it. So he couldn't be that horrible, right?

Or at least, this was what Samantha told herself as she'd watched him leave for the evening.

As it was, the young woman found that she enjoyed the time alone in the apartment. It was much easier to clean when he wasn't underfoot insisting that she should hire someone to do that. The faerie girl had figured out that after centuries of being cleaned up after, Dorian tended to be just a little more messy than she preferred. She was just finishing up with vacuuming the house when she heard the knocking at the door. A small frown appeared on her features - so much for her evening alone? - before she moved towards the door. Planting her smile on her features, the young woman opened the door.

To a Hunter?

Where the young woman previously had been unable to differentiate between species - a fact that had almost gotten her killed not too long ago - months of working at the burlesque had seemed to hone her ability to pick them out. Her eyes raised to the tall blonde, observing the way he stood almost dismissively in her doorway. To her knowledge, she hadn't done anything to attract the attention of the Council, and yet here a Hunter was on her doorstep. It was unnerving to watch him look at her. She looked decidedly human today. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head, her clothing reduced to a tank top and athletic shorts to clean. The only thing that made her look fae at all was the pointed ears on either side of her head.

Samantha hoped that would be enough to hold him off on killing her.

"Um, yes?" She replied meekly as he inquired after her name, hardly letting him finish his sentence before she nodded her confirmation that she was, in fact, Samantha. There was no use in lying about it. The girl willing to be calm and compliant to the Hunter, if only in the hopes that he would go away without using any weapons on her. She could near feel the iron on him, and the girl hardly wanted any of that to touch her skin.

"It's um. It's pronounced Daoine Maithe," She said as she felt his emotions shift from distain to pure annoyance. She shifted on her feet, reaching up to scratch the back of her head. "It means 'the good people'. I... I want to protect humans... from what happened to me." She wasn't sure why she was telling him this. Maybe to get on his good side? "But um, yes. That's me. It's nice to meet you?"

The young girl hardly got a response before she watched him pull out the phone, playing with the screen before the phone was displayed to her. She recognized the face on the screen before she was prompted. Of course she would. She saw Dorian more than she saw her own boyfriend. Of course she would recognize him. The feelings of protectiveness only amplified by the way that the Hunter in front of her inquired after him. She knew that the Hunters had been the ones to bring him to this city, and that he had gotten away from them. But she had assumed that their hunt of him was over.

Clearly she was wrong.

"Yes," She replied, though she didn't elaborate as she stepped back, opening up the doorway further to invite him in. She would be compliant, even kind, but giving up Dorian would not be an option. "Come in," She stepped back, allowing him entrance to her home before she shut the door behind him. While she would have normally entertained guests with tea, she instead went towards the couch, gesturing to the armchair for him before she took a seat on the couch herself, never once taking her eyes off the Hunter.

"I know him. I have no intention of giving you information that will cause him harm," She replied. Though her words may have been stern, her tone was nothing but kind. "I will, however, assure you that his existence is of no threat to anyone. He doesn't even understand how toasters work yet." The girl's mouth quirked up into a smile as she regarded him.

"But if you have questions, I will answer them. As long as my answers will keep him safe." Her smile was nothing but sweet as she watched him. "Would you like some tea or coffee or anything?"