How delicately her fingers reached out for the serpent's cold, hardened scales, much like a certain modern-day fairy tale princess reached for her own demise at the tip of a sharpened spindle. A frown fluttered across the firm features of the warlord - the man nearly capable of seeing the sharpened spines of the snake's skin pierce through her porcelain flesh. His brow furrowed as she pulled back abruptly, that hiss of pain upon her lips. Alexander watched in silence as she leaned forward, her slender fingers reaching for the hilt of her blade buried deep within the snake's eye. His own claymore flickered out of existence from his own fingers, his blade graciously cleansed by the very magic that he utilized to call it. The Macedonian watched in silence as her blade was wiped against the scales of the unmoving serpent. It was hardly enough to clean the length of the dagger but, it would due until the blade had the care afforded to it that it surely deserved. For now, however, Alexander hardly vocalized even a syllable on it, the man still and silent as the Egyptian woman slowly turned upon the balls of her feet to turn her attention towards the Monarch himself. It was hardly curious that she had noted the absence of his own weapon, though the fact that she had surmised their origin was noteworthy, to say the least. Few ever took notice, much less put the pieces together, as easy as it surely should have been. Nevertheless, Alexander wasted distinctly few words as he answered in the affirmative, the conquerer ever curious of the feminine figure he found himself in the presence of.

She seemed to share the same sort of inquisitiveness, her features pitched in a meticulous pensiveness as she slid towards him with the very grace the mirrored the serpents she clearly favored. She lingered just within his grasp and carefully, Alexander reached for her hand. He was aware, of course, of the proximity of his fingers to the snakes she wore around her wrists like decorative bangles. He was well within their striking distance and yet, he sensed no great desire to attack from the woman who merely peered at him curiously. His own oceanic gaze, however, fell towards her wounded finger, his calloused touch entirely careful as his hands brushed over her silken caramel flesh. Tenderly, his finger brushed away the blood that had welled to the surface, the wound hardly enough to prompt concern and yet...uncleaned, that were disease could still be...fickle for the fae in particular. Their lack of accelerated healing was so frequently at the forefront of the Dark Hunter's mind, particularly when his own son was fae born. The Egyptian, however, hardly seemed perturbed in the slightest, the woman brushing off his concern with her accented lyrics. His brow rose at her assurances that she would be well....attended to, the very choice of words entirely curious and yet, in such a modern era it was hardly difficult to discern their subtle meaning. "I see." He commented simply.

A simper toyed at her lips, her clove colored irises still intensely inspecting him as if that look alone might peel back the millenniums that he had lived through. Alexander offered her distinctly little, however, his very features mirroring the same sternness that tales had spoken of when he had been little more than a man. For several moments, the Egyptian seemed content to linger before him, her hand making little attempt to move from his own even though his grasp had significantly lessened to allow for her escape. Rather, the woman leaned closer towards him, that scent so uniquely her cloying the air as she pressed her lips against his cheek. That soft press too seemed to linger just a touch longer than such a gesture should though Alexander hardly made any effort to move away either. Rather, his oceanic gaze turned slightly towards her, the man merely watching her from his periphery as she slid her cheek against his own. Her very breath was warm against his skin though Alexander remained nothing short of utterly composed even as her words paused with an almost suggestive hint to the manner in which they so trailed off. A soft snort of bemusement left the Hunter's nose at her mutterance, the woman all too pleased with herself even as she pulled away from him. "That sounds...inviting." The Dark Hunter commented, and truly, it did. How he longed for the warmth of a hot shower and the comfort of his own domestic flat!

Her insistence that they were destined for yet another down prompted a small raise of his brow and yet, his head bobbed ever so slightly. "So it would seem." He watched as her hand lifted, the woman assuring him that he was 'intriguing' - truly such an adjective went both ways. After all, even Alexander could feel the ancient blood that flowed through her veins. One did not live as long as they had without being noticed. Somewhere, in the endless vaults of the Dark Hunter's collective wealth, there would be something about her, of that he was certain. "I am happy to provide." He was, perhaps, as willing as her to allow the mystery between them to linger, his gaze hardly deviating from her entrancing frame even as she turned upon her heels to leave him, once again, in the damp darkness. The roll of her hips hardly went unnoticed and yet, Alexander made no move to go after her as she so abruptly departed. Rather, his gaze turned towards the serpent with a hint of disgust, the tip of his shoe lightly nudging the creature all over again and yet, it remained as dead as ever. It was, however, that momentary attention he provided the beast that caused his gaze to capture a hint of metal beneath its large frame. A small frown crossed his features, his head tilted to the side as, slowly, the Macedonian knelt down to inspect the object he'd found. It was a piece of jewelry he plucked from the floor, the bracelet decidedly well maintained. An inscription was printed upon the inside, the language one he knew well despite how long it had been. It still smelled of her, of that frankincense that seemed to waft after her figure. Still, there was something about it....about her...that seemed familiar. It was a memory just out of reach, one he would find in time, all he had to do...was look for it. But first, it was time to inform Azrael his job was done and there was a body that needed to be cleaned up...and then...his blessed shower.