What a perfectly odd thing to ask a person. Was he saying he was royalty? What did that mean? For a moment Dorian merely finds that silver gaze resting softly upon Troy's own with evident curiosity, head tilted slightly in some measure of inquisitiveness as he attempted to so place this unusual question and find some sort of reply with which to afford it. Perhaps Troy had misunderstood his words, more so, perhaps Troy was confused in some fashion as to what he had been trying to say and yet more likely Dorian was assured it was he himself at fault somehow. Lost yet again in this myriad of modern customs he hardly knew how to navigate before the ancient Fae so seems to merely blunder forward all the same and attempt to respond without causing any offense toe the Fae man before him whom seemed unsure as to what Dorian had been saying at all. What a perfectly odd creature. It was fortunate perhaps, the he was quite a pretty one, surely the man was pleasing enough in that regard as to have others look past his obscure conversational choices. Dorian evidently entirely unused to being misunderstood else subject to even the faintest of modern slang.

"Yes. I am King of Naples, Italy."

There is little need, he is sure, to so afflict Troy with the rest of his titles today, head nodded softly in assurance before he moves to fall into step with the man all the same, the idea that he might take his clothing off in any sort of public setting so utterly abhorrent to him that he is left gaping at Troy once more in utter shock. Dorian moving to hurriedly correct the man all the same and only further assure him he hardly intended to change into anything upon the very beach itself. To think! The notion of 'stashing' his pants equally as confusing to him. Why one would stash clothing Dorian hardly knows and yet he has simply come to except that Troy and himself are perhaps destined to misunderstand each other- Dorian hardly finding he minded truly. After all, Troy had so far proven to be of exceptional company and as such the Monarch was willing to overlook these vague nuances of difference.

"I should give all these women a heart attack were I to take anything off- I shall leave my clothing on and simply suffer it for now."

He moves to assure the other man all the same. No women, upon this beach surely, in any possession of any desire to see him take anything off- how improper that would be! His attention then turns readily to Samantha as they walk, his roommate and her fledgling monarchy seeing that query upon her lips, curious perhaps, as to whether Samantha had already extended an invitation to his companion. Just how these groups were so organised was something of a mystery to Dorian himself, even despite his position within it and yet- what was important to Samantha was, in turn, important to himself.

"If it is of any intrigue to you I have never been a part of one of these Fae Monarchies before and yet I enjoy the company. There are very few of us in this city, at least in comparison to the other species and there is a certain pleasure in being among your own kind I have found."

He smiles easily then, Troy's sudden question seeing that inquisitiveness return as Dorian regarded him once more. The Fae King decidedly curious by nature and indeed, more so, intrigued as to why Troy so sought to trust him.

"Very well, I shall keep this secret, what do you wish to tell me?"

Dorian Aragona