If she would have known that the King of Italy wished to discuss her sex life she wouldn't have bothered to come. Such topics were off limits, because it wasn't acceptable to speak of with one's peers. No one had to teach her such a thing it was just something she knew. Not once with any of her peers did she divulge in such a topic. When she was with her witch having a simple girl's night the topic of sex never came up. Sitting down during dinner with her pack they talked about many things, but not once was it about sex. Talking about sex just simply wasn't an option â€" ever. Speaking about those intimate moments with anyone make her quite uneasy, but even more so with her friend. Feeling apprehensive she squirmed in her seat, clutching her fingers to attempt to calm herself down. As Dorian tried to reassure her she shrugged her shoulders helplessly, speaking doubtfully.

"Maybe."

What would they talk about? What did they need to talk about? There wasn't a reason. How could there be? They were capable of performing and getting the job done, surely that was all that they needed to do. Tobias was hardly the type that enjoyed talking. Sometimes when they spoke to one another she could see in those dark abyss eyes a flare of frustration, incapable of saying exactly what he wanted only to stutter and use words that barely got the job done. Having a higher-level conversation just wasn't his forte unless his other half showed up, but even then...she doubted he would be interested in talking about it. There were more important things he was probably far more interested in talking about when his sane side had control.

As the conversation transitioned to what a King of Italy was capable of doing and not doing the lupine remained quiet as she learned a little bit more how things worked out for him. Being a King in a non-Were world didn't sound like a whole lot of fun. In the Were world it all just made sense. There was order and a virtual understanding between all parties. Having a group make all the decisions without the King having a final say sounded far too complicated. Sometimes when power came from one voice it was a good thing. Although history could point out that a one person ruler could actually be a bad thing was valid, but Dorian wasn't one of those ruthless dictators. He had a good head on his shoulders, like her Alpha, and she was sure he would lead his people fairly. Taking a sip of her tea for a moment of pause she turned the conversation over towards Dorian's Father, the peculiar man that predicted she would have not one, but two children of her own. Calling his Father a Seer must be a joke, the Fae surely pulling her leg. An eyebrow rose as he challenged her ability to believe in unbelievable things, a soft snort from her nose, gave away her opinion.

"Some things in life are possible and some things are not."

Seers, she was sure, was a lie. It was all a trick. People would easily guide their victims' right into the trap they so delicately put together. Making their victim truly believe they were gifted. It was despicable, but it was wrong of Dorian to lead her along like this as well. He was a Fae, but even he knew how far his limit of jester could go. If Seers truly existed then why didn't they right all the wrongs? Why didn't a Seer come into her pack and take her away? Why didn't a Seer keep a building from falling on top of her mate when he was a child? If Seers were able to see the future then why didn't they try to right all the wrong in the world? If given that power and ability shouldn't they do something right? It was selfish of them to at least not try to do some good in this world. Matteo popping into her kitchen only to inform her that she would have two children didn't make her calm down, it only stressed her out even more. And it looked like Dorian didn't understand why she was so concerned about this prediction.

Stepping up to pace around, to settle her nerves, Raven explained all that had happened that night. Wringing her hands she continued to pace around quickly shaking her head in disbelief. Dorian's attempt to calm her down didn't work as she continued to pace. Even if Matteo said all good positive things about this child that didn't necessarily make her happy. Being a parent was frightening to think about. The Fae King's question on whether or not she was excited by this news was answered with a shake of her head.

"Did you not hear me earlier? I'm terrified! We didn't grow up in a stable environment. We weren't raised in a loving home all our lives. He lived mostly on the streets, on his own and I...I didn't do so well either. How are we supposed to raise a child, let alone two when we weren't raised ourselves? He is...he was concerned how this would be on us...on me."

She came to a stop as she took a deep sigh and looked out at the garden. Bringing her arms closer to herself, she crossed them in front of her, attempting to high herself. Tilting her head down she closed her eyes recalling that moment when they walked around the mall together, passing that baby store and talking about the possibility of having children. His concern about his limitations in actually being present to assist her in raising their child was something she had considered too. He appeared quite guilty at the very idea of having his child, knowing it would put a whole lot more pressure on her. Although he seemed to be okay knowing that she understood he wouldn't always be there. Frowning she turned around and headed back to her chair to sit, biting her lip. That conversation wasn't something they were able to finish...but thanks to Matteo, maybe they should speak of it further.

Raven Cain.