So, let me get this straight. You were attacked by bandits, who kidnapped you from your castle in Nepal-

"Naples."

Im sorry, Naples, you ended up in this city by means you don't remember without your shoes, wallet or any form of ID and you don't know where you are?

One eyebrow of the policeman curved neatly upward in a clear display of disbelief, the amusement on his features reflected easily by his companion. There was never a day that went by in this job that was without it's amusements, especially in this city, yet the young man standing before his partner and himself had proven to be one eccentricity neither of them would ever forget. He was either insane, or high as a fucking kite. They were going to have to arrest him either way and yet for a few moments at least, unethical though it was, it was almost fun tease him. Dorian, for his part, had failed entirely to perceive any sort of jest from either of them. Their words made little sense and yet almost nothing in this kingdom made sense. He'd blundered into the park entirely by accident, desperate to get away from those who had been chasing him, nearly struck down several times by large armoured animals that moved far faster than any horse. The park had been almost a relief. Trees and grass and water remained the same and yet his clearly confused manner had concerned someone, the 'police' as they called themselves, having arrived shortly after with a string of questions. He has never met these 'police' before, that a rank he has surely never heard of in any army and yet he is rapidly beginning to understand why. They were utterly incompetent. Had they been in his army he would have had the both of them hanged for idiocy if nothing else- the second man attempting to stifle some sort of laugher as Dorian's grey eyes sliced back towards him, narrowing upon him coldly with the sort of look that generally saw people bow and rush away from him.