It is not until after she'd presented the book to him that Samantha was able to see the true vulnerability of the faerie prince. She is decidedly oblivious to the way his mind sees her gentle touches â€" ones she'd used to attempt to be reassuring to him â€" as romantic advances. The touches are hardly more than the kind she would give a child, the modern girl unaware that the touches would give the elder man any sort of ideas. But Samantha hardly noticed that, instead her mind latched on to those emotions he emitted so readily. That disbelief, that awe, that anger... The emotions are sharp and for a moment Samantha considered revealing her power in order to comfort him, but the way he shoved the book away made her reconsider. After all, he seemed content to wipe the emotions from his features, letting them exist only inside his mind. It felt wrong, in that moment, to reveal her ability. It was clear that he needed those emotions to remain inside, and for now Samantha was content to not show her ability.

Closing the book, she pushed it out of the way and stood, allowing the conversation to segue towards bathing him. If anything, the faerie girl was thankful for something to do, going immediately towards the box of clothing. If she was phased at all by the use of the French lyrics that Dorian used, she hardly responded. After all, the meaning of the words escaped her. Four years of French lessons and all Samantha had to show for it was the ability to say 'I don't know' â€" a very useful skill in a French lesson to avoid questioning â€" and 'Can I go to the bathroom'. Instead, she focused on pressing the pile of clothing into Dorian's arms.

"Yes, it's used. And it's not so bad. It's better than walking around naked. Which, I should point out, I don't allow in my house." The sentence was teasing, though it was clear that the question that followed was hardly that. Still, it caused the corner of Samantha's lip to quirk up in amusement, the girl merely shaking her head. "That is definitely, exactly what I meant." She chuckled. "His name is Aiden, and he's free to come and go here as he pleases, so I'm sure you'll run into him. Be kind to him, or you'll be sleeping outside."

Whether or not Samantha would actually have the heart to make the rather helpless faerie prince sleep outside was rather obvious, though she didn't bother to explain that to him. For now, thinking that the girl might kick him out would be good for him, even if Samantha was far too kind to do that herself. "And no, I'm not married. I have no attention to be any time soon, either." With that, she merely led him towards the bathroom, working to explain everything that he might need to shower before she let herself back out of the room, shutting the faerie into the bathroom behind her.

For a moment, Samantha merely stood outside the bathroom, clearly confused as to how she'd found herself in this situation. All she'd wanted to do was go for a walk, not adopt an ancient faerie. But still, now that she'd found Dorian, she could hardly bring herself to turn him away. He was the first faerie that Samantha hadn't found herself weary of from the get-go. There was something about him that made her trust him â€" perhaps it was that no one who got run over by a bike could be a real threat to her â€" and perhaps she could learn something from the ancient man. Or at least, he could be a source of amusement for her.

In the time that Dorian spent in the shower, Samantha had seen about ordering a pizza â€" having decided that the tiny amount of food she had in the kitchen wouldn't be enough for the two of them â€" and had dug through the tiny closet she had for a sleeping bag. She'd set up the bag on the floor near her bed, tossing some extra blankets and one of her pillows on the floor in an attempt to make it look as inviting as possible. It wasn't much â€" she'd have to see about finding another mattress somewhere â€" but for now, it would do well for him. She'd cleaned up the tea from the kitchen and had hidden the book of maps back with her things. Lastly, she'd changed into a simple pair of pajama pants and a tank top, an outfit that showed considerably less skin than she had before.

The instant that Dorian stepped out of the bathroom, Samantha had dissolved into a fit of laughter at his appearance. If she'd thought he looked funny in his period clothing, it was nothing compared to the way he looked in Aiden's clothing. After a moment, Samantha managed to get her giggles under control, only laughing harder at the man's comment about the fitting of the clothing. "No, I'd say not," She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand in an attempt to hide her giggles. Once more, she retrieved an item from the box of her things, going over to him. She fed the scarf through the belt loops with ease, pulling it tight and cinching it in order to keep the pants up. Then, the faerie girl knelt down and rolled up the ends of Aiden's pants up so the poor boy could at least walk.

"There," She said with a grin as she stood once more. "After you get some sleep, we'll get you some better clothes. They'll be used, but they'll fit better at least. In the meantime, dinner should be here soon. You're Italian, right? I hope you like pizza."