Attentively, the Macedonian King took in the interior of the magnificent home he found himself standing in the foyer of. Those Egyptian facets were impossible to miss, from the neutral color scheme to the meticulous adornments of gold. How it reminded him of those years he had spent as Pharoah, though Alexander supposed he should not have been surprised, what with Cleopatra equally joining the ranks of Egyptian royalty. He remained mute on those observations, however, the oceanic hue of his irises instead skirting towards the marbled columns that lined the foyer. Innately he was aware of another fae within the depths of the entryway, the girl hardly passing unnoticed by the astute Dark-Hunter though this too was yet another point he was hardly willing to vocalize of yet, especially when that uniquely foreign lit of Cleopatra's soprano tone strove so valiantly to capture his attention. How gracefully her every movement was, the eloquence that surrounded her every facet certainly appealing to the ancient Monarch. There were times, admittedly, when he missed the Queens of old - their poise, their power, their perception, and wit. How rare it was to find one nearly as capable in such a modern era to be his equal.
How easily the pair exchanged that brief flattery, those compliments prompted an almost subtle simper to the far corners of his lips. Cleopatra graciously accepted the admiration, though both of them were surely aware of the woman's physique, much less her undeniable ability to bring lesser men to their knees. How she had been worshipped over the years for her beauty, though now that Alexander stood before her, he could see exactly why. He watched intently as she slid forward with a serpentine finesse, the woman pausing mere inches from his fit figure. How aware he was of her perfume when she stood so distinctly close to him, the very rich, earthy notes of it were reminiscent of the old world. It was her inquiry of his presence that finally spurred the Macedonian into action, his hand sliding into his pocket to retrieve the velveteen black box. He was well aware of how his words so sharply earned her attention, even before he flipped open the lid of that seemingly inconsequential jewelry box. Surely she knew what rested within its depths even before Alexander presented it to her, that is if she was as perceptive as she had seemed to be during their last encounter.
Alexander's gaze observed every minute shift of her features as his fingers smoothly opened the lid, her golden bangle resting in sharp contrast to that equally as dark velveteen pillow. How aware he was of that soft gasp, her words little more than a whisper, and yet his keen hearing picked them up with ease. The Hunter's head bobbed once in wordless confirmation, only to watch as her fingers brushed against her own wrist. She drew closer towards both Alexander and the box, her appreciation audible upon her painted lips. "Of course, I'm happy to return it," Alexander answered in return, his baritone voice hardly missing a beat in that conversation even in spite of that small hint of self-satisfaction that rested within the corners of his subtle simper. Delicately, her fingers reached forward for that glistening golden bangle, plucking it from the depths of the box. She slipped it smoothly onto her wrist, Alexander letting the lid close with an audible thud before he slid it back into his pocket, it hardly needed any longer.
How drastically the air between them seemed to shift in the aftermath of his 'present', that suspicion within her entirely palpable as Cleopatra eyed him with renewed wariness. Her insistence that most people would keep such a trinket for themselves was one Alexander could easily agree with, the Macedonian's head bobbed yet again, "I am sure it would have remarkable value in some circles." Fortunately for her, money was hardly of consequence to Alexander. His own wealth was near insurmountable. But her? A chance to once again cross paths with Cleopatra? A woman from a time so similar to his own...oh now that had value. He was...curious of her, of where this might go, after all, it had been a long while since either Matteo or himself met someone comparable to them in age...someone...new, that was. Such thoughts, however, were interrupted by her offer of wine, a Grecian one at that. His brow rose ever so slightly, an almost knowing simper once again fluttering across his features. "You tempt me too well," Alexander admitted, though her command to accompany her prompted a slight rise of his brow. He couldn't help but to wonder if she would issue such a demand were she aware of his true identity in turn. For now, however, the Dark Hunter was willing to play the role he'd cast himself into, gesturing for her to lead the way. Her inquiry of the lengths he had gone through to find her, however, prompted a soft chuckle from the conqueror. "I fear it would do little to entertain you." Alexander insisted though he had little intent of regaling her with the truth of it, at least not yet. After all, though he was willing to gamble with his own identity, at times, he was vastly more protective of his Oracle and the role his 'son' had played in finding the exotic fae.