death incarnate & night triumphant

The woman hardly seems phased at all by his mask of cold and underlying cruelty, Samantha hardly being the same faerie she was all those years ago. What he had fished from other's minds, she had been rather... skittish before, always looking over her shoulder looking for something. The Faerie King knew her changing, learning as much as he could about the Queen of Sacrosanct prior to meeting her. It wasn't hard to creep into the minds of her old court, those specific faeries she so thinks about, Andras already having interrogated their minds without them realizing. Her changing was no secret, it was cruel and punishable by death within his court. Not a single dark faerie resided within his realm... that he knew of anyways. Her comment about rumors has him offering her a faint simper, his arm still casually thrown across the back of the bench, ankle crossing his knee. He was the definition of relaxed in that moment, though his predatory eyes didn't miss a thing as he waits for a crack in her own mask. Andras is tempted to reach out with his power, to slip inside her mind just to see what she was thinking. Yet, the Fae man knew better, nor did he want to risk allowing the woman to see his emotions.

Andras was highly skilled at keeping emotions hidden and yet, he wasn't sure if he could with Sam's interesting power. The woman does a good job herself not letting herself show any emotion, whether he bothered her or not remained to be seen, Samantha merely responding to his harassment smoothly. That smile darkens ever so slightly, the man hardly caring to respond to her in any sense. He knew she wasn't a threat and yet, perhaps it was curiosity that sent him seeking her out, the Faerie King more interested in seeing if she were to begin a new monarchy in town. Not that Andras would mind, his court was not exactly within city limits, a closely guarded secret that his dear court members kept from the rest of the world. As she assures him that she wasn't here to harm anyone, Andras can't help but tilt his head at her in that predatory move, his dark hazel eyes locked on her face. "Is that so?" He muses, that smile still so adorned on his lips, as if he were contemplating a particularly hard question.

It's when Andras finally drops the name of Dorian does he see her mask crack. Ah, so he was a weak spot in her heart. Not surprising, Dorian was a difficult person to not like, Andras and him having several centuries of history together. However, even as the woman becomes a touch more open, Andras hardly lets that mask drop, at least not yet. He had no qualms with the woman nor did he want to have any issues with her, he merely wanted to make his claim clear on his monarchy. The Faerie King was hardly territorial in any sense, he simply wanted to protect and it had been a long time since so many faeries were within the realm of Sacrosanct, he wanted to keep it that way. Arching his brows, the only notion of curiosity adorning his features, as she speaks, not wanting to give away much and yet, in that moment, she gave away everything. If he was a cruel ruler the rumors suggest he was, he would use Dorian against her in unfathomable ways, yet, Andras wasn't in the business of harming his court. Dorian was more than a court member, he was a close friend.

"To be honest love, Dorian hardly spoke to me much about you. Merely that you were the old faerie queen that walked this city," he shrugs casually, "It wasn't terribly hard to track down some of your other court members and listen in on the newest gossip," he states once more with a sigh. Eyeing at her sideways again, he watches her, Andras deeming her as not a threat finally, "I don't think you would harm anyone in my court and even if you did, you would have me to contend with and I hardly think you would want that," he states, hardly making it sound arrogant... merely a fact. He was an ancient faerie, capable of wiping out the entire city if he wanted to. "I hope you tracked down those dark faeries and did us all a favor and rid them of this world," he finally states, glancing at her once more allowing that cruelness to fall away, replaced with an underlying fury. He did not tolerate human sacrifices for the better of the faerie race, even if he didn't know Sam, he was still angry for her. "If you didn't put them out of their misery, please let me know, I'd be happy to finish the job," he offers, a dangerous glint dancing in his eyes. And truly, Andras would. Those rumors of him being cruel and dangerous weren't all lies, most simply thought he was like that to his court... that was perhaps the only part of it that wasn't true. "So tell me Samantha, do I need to go hunting?"

Andras Steinhello darling