It was an act of extreme kindness that Samantha had knelt down beside the fallen fae. An act that the boy didn't quite seem to understand. She was growing used to the way that any male in the vicinity seemed to scan her body in the outfit she wore â€" somehow it made her feel even more exposed than when she wore her burlesque costumes. However, she'd never had a male react to her in the way that the faerie boy seemed to. His emotions flashed from the mere confusion to genuine bafflement at her appearance. And as soon as she moved to check out his wound, she froze the instant that he batted her hand away. "I'm just trying--" She started, her voice stopping at his words. The words made her stare at him, her own features matching his own bewilderment. "My profession? Excuse me?" In truth, Samantha hardly blinked when he offered her no explanation and instead motions towards the crowd of people. "You're the one that stepped out in front of theâ€"" Again, the absurdity of the entire situation caused the young woman to falter in her words. The irritation that crossed his features hardly went unnoticed by the faerie â€" her power didn't let it â€" nor did his confusion at her mention of his immortality. Did he not know what he was?

She waited for more indication of her mention of his race, but instead she froze as his eyes raked over her again. "I'm rather..." She stated in disbelief at his words, not sure about which part she should take offense to. "Peasant? Excuse me?" She blinked at him, sudden realization setting on her features. Her profession. No. No no no. Oh hell no. "I am not a prostitute," She sputtered, her own eyes narrowing at the boy. "Nor am I a peasant. You shall refer to me as neither again; do you understand that?" She leaned back, running her fingers over the skirt to smooth it out.

It was his snort that caused her to look up again, her eyes narrowing again. "You're horridly dramatic, aren't you?" She said accusingly, finding herself rather annoyed with the faerie who seemed determined to insult her rather than accept her assistance. She would have walked away from him had it not been that shimmering panic that overwhelmed the boy holding her firmly in place. She motioned with her hand over towards the fallen bicycle. "Bicycle. Bike. The thing that just ran into you. Don't you know to move out of the way when they come by? Their riders don't stop. Not even if you were the president, I imagine. Or should I say King? Is that in terms you might understand?"

By now, she's hardly surprised when he echoes her question back to her, having no idea what a movie is. There is certainly something very off in the boy, and his helplessness makes Samantha stay close to him even though her instincts tell her to leave the boy to his own defenses. It is perhaps her human side, still not hardened into the ways of being fae, that keeps her empathetic towards the confused boy. "Naples," She repeated, raising an eyebrow as the boy continued to speak of her 'guardsmen' and how they hadn't helped him in the slightest. "Well, they probably thought you were on drugs, honestly," Her voice is teasing him, the girl completely unaware that the sarcasm would go over his head. It is his command that causes the girl to pause again, her arms crossing across her chest. "Excuse me?"

Samantha fails to move, watching the man pull himself to his feet. It took her a moment of his skeptical gaze to pull herself to her own feet, still making no move to follow his command. Who was this idiot and why did he think he could command her? If anything, the anger rising up in the boy only made Samantha more amused. She opens her mouth to reply to him when he jumped, moving closer to her. She raised an eyebrow as he moves fearfully away from the skateboarder. His surprise caught her off guard, letting out a loud laugh as he spoke once again. "Because I know to move away from people on wheels," She said, raising a hand to cover her mouth as she giggled in amusement at him.

"Oh, you're pathetic," She said through her laugh, shaking her head. "Come along, your highness, let's get you somewhere safe." Her words are meant to be teasing, though she is unaware that the title is all too accurate for the man. A playful smile grew on her features as she dipped into a curtsy, still toying with him. "I'm but a mere Lady, but I suppose I can take you somewhere safer than this very dangerous sidewalk."

Samantha Cassidy