It was endearing, really, that Alexis found such great concern with the prospect that he might misconstrue her hesitation to continue her own lineage. He understood extremely well why she might have detested to bring up her own children within the very environment that had brought her such unhappiness. Even his agreement, however, hardly warranted the look of such deep introspection upon her features. That inquisitiveness that went unvoiced coaxed a soft prompting from the Macedonian King - one that clearly caught her off guard. That gentle encouragement, however, seemed entirely fruitful as Alexis cleared her throat. His eyebrow furrowed ever so slightly as she inquired after his childhood though really, he saw no reason not to share such information with her. It was, admittedly, not a terribly interesting topic, Alexander was assured. "I don't mind." He commented, reaching for his own glass of wine. He took a sip, considering those words before he offered a vague explanation of his younger years. "I'm not sure what exactly you want to know. Most of my childhood was spent in Mieza at the Temple of the Nymphs with other children of my father's court until I was sixteen. We studied philosophy, arts, literature....horseback riding.....everything that was expected of our position. I suppose I was as wild as any boy at that age." Further regaling Alexis with the story of his first taming of an equally as exuberant stallion only seemed to enrapture the girl further and yet, the very moment that he directed that line of questioning back upon her, he could veritably feel those walls so abruptly placed between them.
A glimpse of disappointment crossed across the Macedonian King's features tough he hardly had any intention of pushing her on the topic. Rather, Alexander inquired after dessert. Her admittance of a sweet tooth prompted a soft chuckle upon his lips as the Dark Hunter flagged down the waitress. The dessert menus were quickly brought to the table. It hardly took Alexander but a moment before the Monarch made his own decision, gesturing lightly to the thin slice of cheesecake for himself. He was hardly surprised, however, that Alexis had never had some of the desserts on that menu and yet, it hardly worried him. "I am sure you'll enjoy it." Alexander offered in some effort to reassure her. He paused for a moment, only to inquire after the only singular hobby he knew she had. His very question seemed to prompt surprise upon the demure woman's features and yet, Alexander made every effort to encourage her interest in the arts. He enjoyed that glimpse of a shy simper on her features as she offered to bring her drawings to the cafe next time. "I will look forward to it," Alexander responded simply, hardly thinking any further of the next time they would meet or what would happen from this point onwards. He was hardly prepared for the sudden initiation of a story though even he could quickly tell it was hardly a happy tale. Those tears quickly began to glass over her darkly hued irises, prompting his lips to press together ever so slightly as she wove that story of her last meeting with Frost and the life the man had demanded she take.
Alexander's reassurance was, perhaps, not nearly as much of a comfort as Alexis surely deserved and yet, with those choices before her - she had done as much of the right thing as she could. He had known, to a degree, the heartlessness of the ivory stallion but to see such crimes at a time of war were entirely different than what he had forced upon the demure woman across from him. His eyebrow crinkled ever so slightly, his features suddenly far more difficult to decipher as the beginning of that anger gripped his heart. Frost had clearly been keeping quite a bit from him - the man clearly knew Alexander's girlfriend far more than he had been letting on. He had every intention of confronting the stallion, those thoughts already plaguing his mind even as he assured her that Frost would never again put her in that position. There was a certain finality within his tone - the very sort that suggested he had every intention of dealing with the matter himself, even if it was in the past. His fingers reached for hers at her concern that she was somehow ruining their date. His touch, however, stopped short - the man well aware that just how invasive that simple brush of flesh could be. He was well aware of the way in which she seemed to tense, only for her figure to relax in those moments afterward as Alexander's hand gingerly brushed against her own. He did his best to keep his own affinity in check, to let her thoughts merely pass through his mind without any great acknowledgment as if they were but background music to the conversation the pair were having at hand. It was the only manner so far he'd found to control his power.
Thankfully, his insistence that she hardly had to worry about what sort of conversation was normal or not was seemed to prompt a simper upon her features - though it too was short-lived. Alexander was hardly prepared for that story to continue, however, and slowly his fingers withdrew if only to better focus upon those words she offered him. Admittedly, Alexander hardly had any ties to this...Raven, nor did he care greatly of the woman's fate. It was the very mention of the Ark however, that caused his eyebrows to furrow even more though he had come to anticipate exactly where this story was going. His green-blue irises narrowed ever so slightly at the very mention of Alexis' Alpha. Matteo had been watching the boy for so long that even Alexander couldn't help those protective instincts that flared within him. He was aware, to some extent, the disharmony that had existed between the packs but Matteo had not told him all the details of this - likely in some foolish notion to ensure fate kept on some track. Alexander could hardly help but to scoff at the very thought, his gaze briefly was torn away from the woman across from him as she struggled with her own memories. Frost had been keeping far too many secrets from him - to think he might never discover what the stallion had been up to, much less to his own family. It was the soft prompting of Alexis' voice that drew his gaze back towards her, the man almost inattentive to the way his fingers had curled into fists as Alexis informed him that the purpose behind this story was not for the retribution he might bring to Frost. Truly, it was almost like she knew him. Almost.
Alexis' continuation that this was surely in the past only prompted that frown on his own features before she continued to speak of that fear that had gripped her so intently during those awful moments. His fingers drummed ever so slightly upon the tabletop in a glimpse of his own contemplation as the waitress invaded their conversation, presenting them both with those desserts. He glanced down at that cheesecake in front of him only for his lips to part as soon as the waitress left. "I fear I am not a good judge of this, Alexis. Within my time....a woman's place was at home, not....taking on Dark Hunter's or...Weres or rescuing friends. But....this age would have you believe you can be whatever you want to be so...I think the question is more, what do you want to be, Alexis?" He inquired, his own thoughts kept vague in some effort to censor himself for the modern girl across from him. After all, Alexander much preferred that terrified little girl that she so seemed to disdain, the Dark Hunter still prone to those archaic needs of something to protect.