Child support may be messy, but it was necessary. In today's world when you create a life you were responsible for it. Ever since Nadya left no one had ever spoken of her or managed to get involved in their life. The last time she could recall they were mentioned was when she brought up to Tetradore she was building up a trust fund for them after he died. The lupine assumed that he would want his family taken care of after he was gone, and even though she wasn't in the pack, she and her children were still blood. Blood is thicker than water as they say. But when he returned and ordered her to tear the papers up before it could be finalized, she was confused, but she didn't argue. To her when her Alpha ordered her to do something she followed it. Quietly she nodded in agreement to his statement on child support, but she wasn't quite certain if she helped him understand or not. Nibbling on her biscuit she nodded quietly as he admitted to understanding the struggles of an illegitimate child. He was one. But he still didn't understand these modern times when it came to having a bastard child. She didn't get through to him. Centuries of old age beliefs wasn't going to be corrected within a single conversation. His mention that his Father and Alexander might have illegitimate children and be in debt to them made her ponder. The she-wolf wasn't surprised if Matteo had a few more bastard children. That was obvious. It was the name Alexander though that made her think about the only man she knew with that name. It belonged to a Dark Hunter she had heard Azrael speak of in annoyance, and a Dark Hunter that Alexis praised. Perhaps the two were the same. Not to mention there was a Dark Hunter with the same name that owned the café she visited when she wanted to be left alone to spend her day with delicious tea and an entertaining book. It was silly to think that this Alexander Dorian knew of would be the same one she knew from others. Grabbing the tea pot and pouring herself another cup of tea she grinned.

"Ah, I've seen him before the wedding then. I go to the café shop when I want to be left alone for a while. He doesn't cause any trouble with supernatural creatures in his shop. Alexis seems to like him, although she hasn't brought him around for our pack to meet him. How did your Father and Alexander become friends?"

Alexis hardly ever spoke about the Dark Hunter she had grown close to. The only time the lupine knew Alexis had been with him was when she came back with her scent mixed strongly with his own. The vixen hardly ever spoke about him, and that was okay with her. However, if she ever came back crying or showed any signs of mistreatment, he would have a lot of very unhappy Weres to deal with. Although right now the Fae King was making Raven unhappy with this talk of bestowing gold for her child. He was a child. He had no use for gold, golden anything. It was ridiculous. Giving her the golden tea set for their wedding was a very kind gesture, and at times she was nervous to use it, afraid it would break. It was a silly, but having anything in gold was just not something she was accustomed to having. And she didn't want her child growing up being spoiled. Surely having numerous golden things would make the child think this is what he deserved, which was surely not the case. The idea of naming a building after her children was even more abused than gifting him with gold. A building should be named after a corporation or an individual that was quite successful. All her child would have done was breathe and live, and that was expected. The only suggestion she approved of was the donation to charity in his name. She could live with this. It was the better option between the three of them. Give his previous gold to charity and not her child? Absolutely perfect! Hearing him admit to considering it made a large grin appear, quite pleased with herself, and to end the argument she decided to strike him with a biscuit right in the middle of his forehead. He seemed shocked, but fascinated with her gift. This particular gift was a very good gift, very useful for many different scenarios.

"It's been extremely helpful, especially when I'm alone in the kitchen cooking."

If she would lose that gift she would be devastated. This was the one gift she used on a daily basis that made things much easier for her. Every single time they were alone together they hardly had much time to speak and discuss things in private. They were either in a public setting or they were interrupted by another guest. What she wanted to discuss with him was something that she didn't think he would be pleased to speak about. The dead rabbit coming to life, she couldn't shake that memory off, and she would like to get some answers about it. Her head titled to the side as he appeared to struggle, which was quite uncommon, the man was capable of speaking so eloquently without pause. Leaning in more towards him from the table she watched him carefully, quite curious with what he had to say. Blue-grey eyes widened in shock as he explained just what his gift was. To control life itself was....shocking. Whispering softly she nodded in agreement.

"Oh wow, that sounds like a blessing and a curse. If the world knew about it could you imagine, people coming to you asking to give life to their dead kin or friend."

That someone had the ability to give life or easily take it away, it was...it would be horrible if others found out. The consequences would be serve if this piece of information was leaked. Of course he could rely on her to keep her mouth shut. She would never tell a soul. But he kept this fact away from her. She had the right to know. Easily she grabbed more biscuits with her telekinesis and started to throw them at him as an onslaught. Hissing her voice held an accusing, but playful tone.

"You let me go for years thinking I wasn't capable of killing a rabbit. I've had that damn dream so many times, of zombie rabbits cashing me. Do you know for a predator how embarrassing that is?! Some friend you are Dorian. I knew I killed that damn rabbit, I knew I did."

Raven Cain.