Dorian AragonaHis Majesty

This notion of papers is equally as lost upon the Fae man along with the idea that some things were secret, Dorian perhaps, oblivious to how little the outside world truly knew of him, his head tilted slightly in some consideration of this before merely allowing it to pass. It was pleasing, in a fashion, to be in the company of one whom was aware of his own kingdom and- more so, one whom knew of a King whom had once ruled within it and yet Dorian had spent far too long in those manicured courts to remain unaware of the power of friendship or ally ship- the King not nearly fool enough to offer any discouraging words upon Umberto lest his newest companion prove to hold some devotion for the man. It would be both poor manner and poor form, of that Dorian was assured and as such he merely allows that topic to pass between them. His curiosity instead far more taken with this mention of the Belagio and its 'fries'. What on earth 'fries' were remains to be seen, Dorian so given to presume them to be a food of some description, the man unwilling to continue to appear as utterly hopeless as he is assured he already has, the Fae simply nodding in response.

"I think that is within my capabilities."

How he was to make good on such a promise he hardly knew, Dorian determined to look into it all the same. He would ask Sebastian, when he returned, just what these fries were supposed to be and how he might present them to Troy all the same, the mans almost impish smile rather...endearing. Ah, but he was an attractive man! It is the way in which their conversation so drifts towards those more entertaining of activities however that so seems to delight the monarch- his own teasing nature so readily seeming to rouse itself here and now, a chuckle upon his lips as he mentions his experience perhaps, with the decidedly mortal human form that often seemed to lack the stamina of those gifted with immortality. Troy's response sees his own lip quirk upward in amusement, one eye rising in a decidedly notable tease now.

"You mean to say you don't enjoy a challenge?"

He knew entierly that this was not at all what the other Fae had so meant and yet Dorian saw little harm in goading the fellow all the same, his words decidedly light and so holding those teasing notes before his own shoulders shrug ever so slightly, his thoughts shifting briefly back to his own currently absent lover.

"One of the very first supernaturals I ever met within this city assured me on that very night that he was capable of being the best I had ever had, it would have been a decidedly egotistical claim- had it not been true. I think, Mon Amie, you are simply finding the wrong supernaturals."

Another grin so finds its way to the Monarchs lips, Dorian continuing to stride beside his newest companion before this mention of the Council and his workings with them. Dorian readily finding wariness beginning to seep into his form now. The man suspicious, in a fashion, of his companion in that moment. He had fallen prey to the Council once before, Dorian hardly inclined to do so again. His question bold perhaps and yet if Troy's intentions so proved to be nefarious Dorian held every intention of parting ways with him here and now, his affinity so lingering upon the tips of his fingers to be called into play at a moment's notice should he need. It is with careful consideration the the Fae inclines himself to listen to the other mans words, Troy hardly seeming as if he knew more then what he professed to now- the other going so far as to admit his curiosity now before offering Dorian some measure of assistance in this. For several moments still Dorian merely considers these words, the Italian hardly unintelligent despite his lack of experience with the modern world and yet Troy, he thinks, may yet prove to be trustworthy. Perhaps the man might even know what Dorian does not.

"I don't know what the Council desires with me, in truth. I have been contained within my residence in Italy for several hundred years, though not by my own choice, it is a complicated story but in short- once I finally made a point to leave my own palace I was sprung upon by a rather well organised group of Hunters, though whether they worked for the council or not I cannot say. They said someone desired me, wanted me for something or other, had paid them to bring me. They brought me here, to this city, I escaped and have been here ever since. The Council knows I am here, I am sure of it, one of the Council has been to our house. Do you know anything of this?"