How pointless this was, this tirade of words the pair sparred with - that snake's very life upon the line. The reptile was deserving of it's fated annihilation at the end of Alexander's sharpened sword and yet, the fae seemed determined to stand within his way. In another age, at another point in time, he might not have cared for her intrusion. In another lifetime, she might have too shared the same fate as her beast for her meddling. Now, however, the Dark Hunter found himself hesitating. Perhaps it was his very age that saw him no longer as eager to spill the blood of his enemies. Or maybe it was the curves of her slender feminine figure that drew his blue-green irises. She reminded him of those women within his own time, that silken almost transparent fabric so toying with the desires of men in the way it so flittered and fluttered, offering a glimpse of skin here and there, hanging so tightly to the bodice and yet denying the male gender altogether. Despite that undeniable fact that Alexander could still find some...appreciation to her figure, her haughty demeanor all but soured the attraction she might have been able to generate within him. She all but refused to listen to an ounce of logic, the woman quickly dismissing those claims as if her pet was somehow immaculate. Oh, how foolish she was! The Dark Hunter was all but incapable of helping that roll of his eyes as the Egyptian stood steadfast before her darling beast. At this rate, his patience, and his empathy were running drastically short. Maybe she deserved to be amongst the numbers of the creature's victims, as much of a shame as it would be to lose that stunning physique to the likes of him.

His gaze narrowed as his sea-colored irises flickered back towards the head of that snake - the creature's nose so brushing against the fae's hand with a lover's caress. God, he detested the very affection she gifted that monster of a man. His gaze deviated from the pair as his lip rose in a small scowl, only for the age-old King to inform the woman she was utterly irksome. He watched that ghost of a simper as it pulled at the corners of her lips, her feminine voice seemed all the more laced with the innuendo as she insisted she was far more capable of being exhausting when the mood struck her. Alexander's eyebrow rose ever so slightly, his features otherwise remaining deadpan. A soft grunt left his lips, the Macedonian King hardly inclined to fall prey to that purposeful thought she so seemed to desire to coax within his mind. His annoyance, however, remained as steadfast as ever, particularly when the mysterious fae all but refused to even consider the very proof of her reptile's sins. He outlaid the very veracity of those reports that had led him here tonight at yet she seemed keen to physically bat them away with a small flick of her wrist - as if he could merely be dismissed. Her stubbornness might rival even Alexanders own and yet, unlike the strategist, her obstinacy would surely bring about her downfall - the woman so transfixed within her ways she seemed incapable of seeing herself marching right towards certain death. That almost whispered inquiry drew his gaze and softly a sigh left the Macedonian King's lips. Why he was trying, he hardly knew. "No, I do not." The Hunter responded altogether bluntly. Despite appearances, the creature's almost tame nature was due to her own willpower alone. "Creatures do not make a habit of killing by accident. At least, not weres." Vampires, yes. Weres? No.

Alexander was, admittedly, unsurprised at her insistence to continue questioning him - even going so far to ask what sort of man he was. She was quite the childish one, wasn't she? Judging him upon his species as if they were all blind murderers. He hardly bothered to inform her the truth of his nature - it would be far too time-consuming and, frankly, he hardly found the woman pleasant enough company to be worth his time. His declaration that he was the type of man to kill a snake, however, seemed enough to provoke her narrowed gaze and sharply, the woman turned from her beast to eye him with disdain. Her efforts to distract the Macedonian with her feminine figure fell distinctly flat, his own facial features remaining impassively stern as his blue-green irises picked up on the small, slithering ebony snake at his feet. He could feel her power, after all, as it hummed through the air, just as he was able to point its active use. He used the tip of his own sword to dig lightly at the ground, the man utterly purposeful in his every movement, hardly wishing to harm the innocent snake as he rolled it onto the smooth surface of his blade. His very acknowledgment of the creature, however, seemed to immediately prompt movement from the woman as he held that blade upwards in a perfect parallel to the ground. He offered that snake towards her, willing to return it to the fae and yet, his very proximity to it seemed to caused the woman to remain little more than frozen as she beseeched him not to harm her precious snake. Really, why she held such fascination with those reptiles was beyond him.

His gaze turned upwards towards the woman in front of him, his features all but placid before his lips parted. "I had no intention of it," Alexander responded smoothly. If she had no desire to fetch her snake herself, he had little intention to keep it. Gingerly he lowered the creature to the ground, letting it return to his mistress before his own attention shifted. "It would not have helped you escape me either way." The conquerer informed her simply before he gave into the fae's request to try with her little pet. He retreated towards the entrance of that damp sewer, the man pausing just at the opening of that passageway to lean against the wall. Alexander's irises lingered upon her as the fae slowly moved to a stand. "I am not -- " Those words were cut off as the giant snake suddenly plunged into the depths of that murky water, the man innately aware, in that moment of the sudden absence of the woman's power. Shit.

Although this was certainly not as he had planned, it had seemed the fae was going to get a taste of her own medicine after all. The body of the huge creature slid off that platform, near disappearing into the dark depths of that water, pulling with him several objects from the mountains of grim and gunk and skeletons that surrounded them. Alexander hardly paused as he abandoned his post at the edge of that tunnel, the Dark Hunter near lunging forward in the same moment the snake burst from the depths of that water. His hands reached out for the foreign woman, Alexander pulling her against his frame as he dodged out of the way of the surging snake that so clearly wished to feast upon the very woman that had once held him beneath her captive sway. "Your power slipped." His baritone voice was little more than a murmur in her ear and yet, the Dark Hunter was hardly perturbed by this change of events. His own movements paused only at the mouth of yet another tunnel, the snake already having fallen back into the depths of the murky water now that he had missed his intended prey. Gingerly, Alexander released the now rescued Egyptian, that sword effortlessly reappearing within his hand. "Try not to get in my way this time." He uttered over his shoulder towards her as his fingers enclosed around that hilt, the man entirely willing to once again pick up his hunt as if her intrusion had never even occurred at all.