death incarnate & night triumphant
What a peculiar creature! Andras was entirely aware of her abilities, therefore he did not pry into her mind. He knew she would drive right back if that were the case and he hardly wanted to give away his intentions, he first wanted to see what sort of woman this young faerie had become over the last few years. So, he sits, his dark hazel eyes lazily glancing at her as she continues to fiddle on her phone. Hmmm, she hardly seemed nervous in his presence and yet, why should she? It wasn't as if he were acting threatening at the moment and yet, he also knew that she knew of his reign, those rumors that so flew around the city regarding the man. Still, his curiosity piques when she greets him before leaning so abruptly into his space. It hardly concerns the man, noting the play almost immediately as she drawls out her words. Her own smile so playing upon her lips meant to chase away that uneasiness he was certain lingered somewhere within her. Perhaps there wasn't yet, Andras was old enough and cunning enough to read people's bodies just as well as he could dive into their minds.
Still, he's patient as she finishes her tirade, the High Lord holding eye contact with her easily. It didn't bother the man, no, not in the least. He's played this game far longer than most of the city. Yet, a cold smile still spreads upon his lips as he finishes, the most casual of shrugs so raising his shoulders as he drums his long fingers on the back of the bench. "Ah, is that what they say of me these days?" He questions, neither accepting nor rejecting the rumor. Some of it was true, he had dungeons and he had tortured many there, yet, none were of his court; all enemies. "I was curious of the little faerie queen who abandoned her court was like," he takes a jab, almost egging her on to see if she would take the bait and would anger. "Darling, of course I'm not afraid of you, I hardly fear a thing!" He laughs darkly, still watching her carefully, his head tilting slight in an almost predatory move as his hair moves slightly to reveal pointed ears.
"No, I've come to seek you out, to see if you are a threat to my court. There have been many dark faeries roaming the city, targeting my people," his voice lowers in an almost menacing tone, oh, he already knew she wasn't behind the targeting, he merely wanted to see what she would do. "I don't tolerate the harming of my people and when the whisperings that the old queen of the city has returned, of course I would seek her out," he states again, eyes narrowing almost dangerously, "Any monarch would," he states once more. "So tell me, Samantha, why have you returned to the city? Dorian tells me you have sought him out," he finally states, fishing for answers. He was almost certain the King did not tell Samantha that he had joined a new monarch after her disappearance, and yet, he was almost certain the moment he mentioned Dorian, Sam would know exactly what sort of ruler he was. They both knew Dorian would never join a monarchy of a sadistic and cruel ruler, the man far too pure to do something like that. She would have found out either way, and yet, he simply wanted to see her reaction, the moment she realized all those petty rumors she had heard, were untrue.
Andras Steinhello darling