The tale seemed to trip off the young man's tongue as if it meant nothing, as if reached no more beneath the surface than anything else had since they met. He wondered idly if every fae was like that, Rei was like ice in the Prince's mind, unreadable, unemotional, he didn't want to say unfeeling for the fae could look confused and thoughtful but the emotions seemed almost skin deep. It almost seemed like a person was reading from a book of another's life from generations before, it was, disconcerting to think that any person could speak so casually of their life, their occupation in such a carefree manner. Though it was refreshing to just be spoken the truth of a thing rather than be lied to or be led astray. 

He listened intently to the end of the story as he had all the rest with a quiet and interested eye but he was rather distant as his thoughts tumbled around his mind, the kind of life Rei must have had where speaking as he did was as natural as the Prince reading the laws of his land, what was perhaps the most perplexing, though perhaps not entirely unexpected, was as he spoke of his 'second father' the assassin that raised him's last words and how they were something he could not understand. Why of course he hardly approved of the man the mans intentions with those words was clear to Alessandro, as clear and obvious as Rei was, sitting right there before him. For a moment he left the conversation hanging, listening to the story of how he went back to the village and was left feeling as far from home as he ever had. 

After a substantial pause the Prince leaned back, stretching his arms and shoulders to relieve the tension that had built there over the last few minutes, he took a deep breath and released it, allowing himself to remove the black wig and stand so he might go place it upon the mannequin head on which it belonged. Fluffing up his now flattened and slightly limp blonde hair until it resumed the naturally light bounce he took a seat back at the table and finally spoke. "Well, I thank you for sharing that with me, it couldn't be easy despite your..." It was hard for Alessandro to describe exactly what Rei was like without it sounding insulting in his mind. "...detachment from your emotions." It seemed the best way to put it, it was as if emotions and Rei existed in the same space and yet they stayed separate from each other with the very occasional brief meetings resulting in the confused looks and the deep concentration.

"I think your father, forgive me if it is outside of my rights to say so, said that out of love. While he was not your biological father he was human correct? While it was in awful conditions it was a home in his eyes and he raised you. Over such an extended amount of time it is only natural that in such close proximity that a person will grow attached to another, especially if he sees that other growing up. While he was not able to show it for fear of the jealousy and wrath of his men being inflicted upon you. Even if he didn't realise it himself until the point of his death. What else do you call a person you spend your life caring for but a son?"

Alessandro was still between touched and disconcerted by the assassin and his son but on the whole he thought he could not judge the man too harshly for at the end he had, in his opinion, showed the fae true love, even if the understanding of such had been beaten out of the fae years prior. Despite the way the boy was raised and his dislike for the subject material he found he thought nothing different of the fae, he felt instead he had a deeper understanding of the male. Again the compassion in the Prince demanded he moved and showed Rei some affection but the knock on his door had his head lift and his eyes narrow in thought. 

Standing he slipped across the room to the door and opened it to the rather portly bustling servant who bought in a bed warmer and ignored the pair as she set about readying the room for Alessandro for the night, though swift at her heels was his sister who offered her brother a gentle smile, a proper princess in her gait and gestures which were dainty and as graceful as a swan. "Hello my darling brother, I do hope I am not disturbing you and your new guard, I thought we could all chat together, if such pleases you of course?"
"Of course, you do not need to be so formal with me." She gave a shy smile and slipped into the room.