Dorian AragonaHis Majesty

It is that single mention of a name, a name he recognises, that so seems to bring about some momentary look of delight to the eternally youthful man's face. There was, after all, something undeniably comforting in any sense of familiarity and indeed this very mention of Umberto- his own cousin (albeit distant) seemed to rekindle within the ancient fae some undeniable spark of intrigue. Troy was, perhaps, older then he appeared or in the least older then Dorian himself had anticipated- the man long ago having given up attempting to find someone of a comparable age to himself, let alone older. Their species, it seemed, was not desperately inclined to longevity though whether by folly, misfortune or predation by other species and Hunters he hardly knew. Here and now however his thoughts were taken upon the very fact this man possessed some knowledge of history. Although as to this leg pulling incident Dorian is merely given to afford him yet another look of confusion, silver gaze so eyeing the man's limbs a moment.

"I have never pulled your leg I assure you. Umberto though is a name I know, the May King they called him. He is my cousin in a fashion most distant whom tried rather unsuccessfully to rule my kingdom until his unfortunate exile. I assure you though, Italy remains my own."

There is a distinct note of distaste all the same that so seems to mar the Fae Kings words in that moment. While he took joy in so having found some touch of familiarity the subject of Umberto had always been something of a sore point for the Monarch- his own involvement in the other man's exile and indeed the law banning any male child of decent from any line other than his own from setting foot on Italian soil was perhaps not a topic is so chose to broach in this moment and indeed one not publically known to those outside government or parties of interest. It is perhaps some notion that Umberto might have befriended Troy at some stage that sees Dorian so readily attempt to circumnavigate such a topic. The defence of his crown one the man was prone to finding argument with in any whom sort to argue it and he seeks readily to fixate his attention elsewhere now. Troy after all, remained something of a stranger still. The secrets of his own Monarchy and those of his government better left for those closer to him to share within. This talk of women- and men, a topic the Fae seizes far more readily upon, a warm simper touching his lips as a chuckle rises to his throat at the other mans words. This joke it seemed, one he appreciated more readily. His words accented thickly in those moments.

"Ah, my friend, but let me assure you- this beach is filled with humans. If it is that sort of fun you seek the supernaturals you might find elsewhere in this city are of a far better entertainment. I have never found humans to have very much....endurance for such arts. Have you?"

One eye lifts ever so slightly, his words very near flirtatious in that moment, Dorian so having taken it upon himself to simply tease the other man with such scandalous words, the Monarchs very being so seeming to shift in that moment into something entirely more playful and wholly free of those airs and graces. Affording Troy of perhaps the barest glimpse of something else entirely. Dorian wholly capable of being entertaining when he so chose. Even if this man had so made the error of befriending Umberto. This mention of Mongolia however sees Dorian's own features shift slightly once more- the notion someone might desire his heart for a meal seeing a look of shock touch his features, head shaking softly at even the idea before he so asks after this secret Troy seemed willing to share, Dorian turned expectantly towards the other man now. It is the very mention of the Hunter's council that seems to elicit the Fae's attention yet again in full. A fae working with them no less! That Troy was so here to 'take care' of certain problems however sees the Fae King hesitate in his stride, Dorian pausing softly, a look almost wary touching his features now. Ah, but he had been the intended victim of far to many assassination attempts in his time to be so utterly foolish as to be anything less then wary now and in the wake of this information.

"You are not associated with those whom had any involvement in so bringing me here, are you?"

Whether those Hunters whom he had so fallen victim to were indeed part of the council or little more than rouges paid a high enough price for his abduction he hardly knew. The Hunter Council within this city though, had been seeking him for months so much so that one had done nothing less then show up at Samantha's home in search of him though whether the Council sought to return him to his home (Italy no doubt seeking their missing Monarch) or whether they too sought him for more nefarious purposes remained to be seen. One eye arched neatly upward in ready anticipation of Troy's response in this. How unfortunate it would have to be to be forced to dislike this individual if he too proved to have been put in charge of 'taking care' of Dorian himself.