Why should the child suffer from the actions of their parents? It wasn't their fault that they existed. It wasn't as if they had magically appeared of their own free will. If the Mother decided to keep the child then the Father needed to provide some sort of support, and what better way than with money. Sure, it would probably be better if the Father was involved in the child's life. Providing them emotional support, teaching them life lessons and helping them grow. Although most people would prefer money, not only because it costs a lot of money to take care of child, but most of the time the Father doesn't want to be involved in the child's life or the Mother doesn't want the Father involved in the child's life at all. The Italian King's comments were not appropriate in this day and age. If he stated this in the public or mentioned it in passing conversation with someone else, his words truly would have come back to bite him. Even though he lived in a different time period, and was an illegitimate bastard himself, shouldn't he feel sympathy for the child? Frowning some at his reply she shook her head dejectedly, unsure if she would even be able to sway him from his old-fashioned thoughts. Answering his question with a firm nod she gently explained further if only to help him see that the purpose of monetary support was reasonable.

"Yes, it's monetary support. You have to pay for the child until they are an adult, but the interesting thing is that you don't have to be involved in their life if you don't want to. The parent that isn't raising the child can pay the money and not say a word if they wanted to. Dorian, it's not the child's fault they were brought into this world."

For a moment she paused and narrowed her eyes some looking down for a moment. Matteo possibly fathering more children didn't really shock her. He seemed like the type that moved around quickly. To each his own, but she hoped he at least cared for all of his bastard children. As for this Alexander fellow she wasn't sure if this was the same one she vaguely knew. The Alexander she knew was the one that Alexis was holding onto at her wedding. He looked familiar to her, because she had seen him many times over at the café he owned. Whenever she needed some time away from everyone she would hide herself in one of those comfy booths in the dark corner, with a good book and some delicious tea. She had no idea that he was the same one Alexis fancied. Surely, he wasn't the same one that Dorian knew...was he? Alexander wasn't a common name and Dorian was quite old...and Dark Hunters could live for a very long time, it was possible, right?

"This Alexander...is this the same one that I saw at our wedding, with Alexis?"

Speaking about Nadya and her children wasn't really a topic she ever discussed, with anyone. The idea about having children simply brought those thoughts back. Tobias never spoke about them which made her concerned about their own children. It was a silly thing to think about, but would he be willing to be present and active in their child's life? Of course! It was stupid of her to think he wouldn't. The man was more animal than human at times and she was sure that his instincts would kick in when it came to being a Father. Then again he was a male feline, and they weren't known for their affection and caring for their young. But if he was given some chances with his first children then maybe through that experience he would be ready for their own, or not. He married her and she doubted he would leave her alone in raising them, but if he did try to help, it would be a bit difficult at times with his condition as Dorian politely put it. With a soft sigh she nodded solemnly to his words wondering just how all of this was going to play out. It was the mention of Dorian giving her child gold when he was born that banished her dismal thoughts. His angered Italian accent didn't hinder her from budging on her stance. As far as she was concerned her child didn't need anything in gold. The Fae King didn't believe in child support, but he believed that her child deserved having a precious metal? It didn't make any sense. Blue-grey eyes narrowed when he suggested he would name a building after their child, and a donation in their name. Leaning against her chair she folded her arms in disappointment as she shook her head.

"Naming a building after a child that has done nothing to deserve it, is ridiculous. However, I'm willing for you to give him gold, but not directly. Instead, you can donate the gold you wish to give him to charity, and the donation can be done in their name or your name."

It was a good compromise, one that Raven was willing to accept, not just because she came up with the idea, but that it made sense. Assured that she won this dispute she easily launched a biscuit to fly straight into the middle of his forehead. Her lips turned upwards into a small smirk as that sudden surprise appeared on his face, the lupine pleased with her actions. Giggling she goaded him wondering if he would retaliate. But his words and laughter made it clear that she shouldn't be expecting any payback from him. Shrugging her shoulders she picked up another biscuit and allowed it to levitate at her shoulder, spinning it around, almost as if she were considering throwing another one at him.

"Well, it's been done and I shall happily do it again if needed."

Grinning she raised one eyebrow as if to dare him to challenge her. His inquiry on whether or not she could carry more than one thing at once was answered quite easily. Not only was the biscuit levitating, but she briefly focused on their chairs and soon the two of them were being lifted upwards by an invisible force, with the biscuit still spinning. Allowing her actions to answer his question. After having this ability for years she had nearly perfected it. This power came in handy for her numerous times, especially when it came cooking. Preparing her pack with delicious meals came much easier for her now. She allowed them to float for a few minutes and then she slowly brought them back down to the ground, the biscuit settling back on the plate too.

"I lifted some crates before and a car once. I'm not quite sure what is the heaviest this is that I can lift."

Raven wasn't bothered at all to talk about her powers. However, there was one thing she had meant to ask him time and time again, but it was never the right now. She hoped now would be okay to inquire what had happened so many years ago. One activity they did together, which they never brought up, was when they went on a hunting trip. She had easily caught a rabbit and when she presented it to him the dead rabbit had come to life. He claimed that she didn't kill it right, but his statement was not only insulting, but absolutely wrong. The lupine had killed many prey animals like rabbits, she knew how to do it, and not once did it ever come back to life. Raven would never admit it allowed to anyone else, but there were times when she dreamed of that moment, such a wonderful day would be ruined by zombie rabbits chasing her. A predator being chased by prey was...not something that she should share with anyone. Leaning in, as if they were being overheard, she muttered her question, keeping her eyes locked on his.

"Tell me...when we went hunting one time that rabbit. I know I killed it, but I don't know why it came back to life, do you know why? I need to know, because I have strange dreams about zombie rabbits chasing me.

Raven Cain.