The sudden assurance of the man before him that he did, indeed, know Samantha saw a momentary lift of the Fae King's own gaze in surprise. Samantha had certainly never mentioned meeting such a man and yet of late Dorian himself had been perhaps wholly despondent. That lack of his lover having resulted in the Fae King moping about his own room in a constant state of what he claimed was boredom and yet Samantha had perhaps more correctly recognised as some internal stress over his fear his companion may have left entirely. It was possible, he supposed, that Samantha had so mentioned having met such a man and Dorian had simply dismissed the conversation as a whole- his features frowning slightly in some effort to recall any mention of this Troy before his eternally youthful features smoothed easily once more at this discovery of the starfish. It is only once the highly unusual creature had been returned to its rock pool that Dorian's attention so returns to his own efforts of introduction. Dorian, for once, settling for merely his first name without the titles so often attached to it. The modern world, it seemed, hardly understood them and as such Dorian had all but given up attempting to explain else then attempting to comfort those whom seemed to find themselves so flustered they hardly knew what to do save for throw themselves at his feet or attempt to find an appropriate way in which to addresses him. Troy's sudden inquiry for more upon such a topic momentarily sees Dorian's own head tilt in inquisitiveness.

"I am normally addressed as Your Majesty and then thereafter as Sire. First names though, I think, are more common here."

The Fae King answers simply, so affording Troy the knowledge he had asked for before a new idea of sorts so seems to take his mind, Dorian glancing further up the beach and towards something within the distance that so seemed to hold his attention- inquiring as to Troy's own plans for the better part of the day. If Samantha so insisted he must spend time outside and within the sun then he saw no reason why it could not be done within the company of someone else. Troy having displayed some ability to navigate this world with his masterful command of the starfish and in this skill alone Dorian remained content. Those silver eyes flick to the man beside him once more at this idea he might have some desire to change his clothing, Dorian appearing momentarily taken aback by the suggestion that he do such a thing here on the very beach! A look of confusion so adorning the Monarch's features now.

"How might I change my clothes here? I think that would be most inappropriate- the sun shall have to dry them I fear."

That this might not be so entirely what Troy had meant remains to be seen, a smile of sorts finding his lips at the other Fae's agreement to join him all the same, Dorian gesturing briefly further up the beach where he clearly intended to go, falling effortlessly into steps beside Troy now.

"If you have met Samantha then, is it so you will be joining us within our own Fae Monarchy?"

Samantha, after all, was surely seeking to add to their growing group, Dorian curious perhaps as to whether or not such an invitation had already been offered to the man beside him. For several moments more the Fae man continues to stroll barefoot beside his newest companion, continuing along that path and towards their destination, another thought so seeming to take hold within his mind.

"What are you doing in this city, Troy?"

Dorian Aragona