Dorian AragonaHis Majesty

It is this mention of 'duct tape' that so seems to draw the Fae's Kings attention once more, that teasing simper still playing upon his lips, the man so readily seeming to have found some level of amusement in just this sort of toying conversation. It was a rare thing indeed, that the bolder, more daring side of the Fae King so allowed itself to be displayed outside of those bedroom sheets and yet there was perhaps, something so equally appealing about Troy, a fellow Fae no less- that so seemed to encourage such teasing ideas. Dorian perhaps an entirely curious being and one so prone to engaging in those ideas of....exploration when they might be permitted to him, this notion of tape a curious one indeed, though the sarcasm of such a gesture was surely lost upon him entirely as he so regarded the other man as they walked.

"I cannot say I have tried this tape you speak of. I have used rope though."

One eye lifts ever so slightly and yet playfully, Dorian entirely content to goad his fellow fae once more if only to see how far Troy might indulge him with such a game, his own soft chuckle humming within his lips. How lonesome it was without his newfound lovers company and indeed, surely, there was little harm in merely amusing both Troy and himself with such idle talk? Dorian's interest in such things surely entirely clear and yet just what his experience might be within this the man remains inclined to keep concealed, at least for now. This mention of dating sites stirring his curiosity again and yet once more the ancient King finds himself at a veritable loss over just what the other man was attempting to explain to him in this fashion. A mention of brothers, however, is a nuance he is far more aware of, a simper so adorning his features once more.

"Ah, but I had nine brothers, they have all long since passed though I assure you I was by far the prettiest of them. Several of them were riddled with gout. I am pleased to be passed the middle ages. It was a trying time."

It is, perhaps, the only real indication of his age he has offered so far- Dorian hardly elaborating upon it, the man failing to consider that such an age may well be past Troy's time and yet the other Fae had so displayed a knowledge of Umberto and as such there was some hope perhaps, that he might be older then he appeared. It is talk of the Council however that so seems to return their conversation to a more serious tone, his wariness of his newfound companion seeming to lessen, if only slightly, at Troy's own curiosity in his plight. Dorian affording the other man at least part of that tale of his arrival here. Just who those Hunters were and why they had desired him, much less who had sent them remained to be seen. That Troy might hold the ability to find out however was certainly of intrigue, Dorian's head nodding a moment later.

"If you were to so show me an image of one I would know, yes. The Council, I think, has taken issue with the fact I so killed one of my captors during my escape, the death of any Hunter, I think, seems to displease them though as I said of their involvement in my own tale I hardly know. If you do find out though I should like to know."

After all, it so concerned his own welfare, Dorian entirely unused to existing without guards and perhaps by that notion too- in so having to worry for his own safety when he was so used to others doing such a thing on his behalf. This insecurity was a decidedly new feeling, at least, one he had not felt since his teenage years and that instability of his throne and his claim upon it. One history would forever contest. It is only now that his stride saw pauses, Dorian at last having arrived at just that which he had desired to see. That large ferris wheel at the end of the beach and upon the docks- a classic attraction- and yet one so new to himself. The man paused in the shade of it to glance upward in some measure of awe at the people who rode it. How strange! He cannot help the simper that finds his lips any more then he can help the manner in which his gaze returns to this newfound companion.

"I have no idea what this machine is and yet I find it almost delightful. I think perhaps I must return home lest it grow too late and Samantha become convinced I have met an untimely end though I would be pleased if it was so you decided to join her Monarchy. I find you pleasing, I should like to keep your company again."

It is surely the most formal attempt at a friendship Troy had heard in some years, Dorian having failed to modernize in so many ways and yet perhaps, this too, was merely part of the Monarchs charm. Perhaps, if Troy chose to take up Samantha's offer or indeed he found something that related to Dorian own experience with those Hunters he might see the man again.