Alessandro, once the fae was gone, finished undressing, his clothes left for his man servant to pick up and take away. He readied himself for bed by washing his face and then once readied he blew out first one, then another of the candles. Idly he wondered how he could be so calm, an attempt on his life not two days passed and he was here, in his own room, settling in for sleep like nothing had happened. Of course, if he lost sleep every time a kidnap or murder attempt had happened he'd likely never sleep again, though this was different, far from his usual non-challance at the idea of his upcoming demise he felt something, a hint of it perhaps, wavering just out of perception. While Rei had opened a whole world of uncertainty up before him something about the diminutive fae made him feel...safe. 

With head on pillow and sheets pulled to chin the prince settled in for sleep, hoping dreams and nightmares a like left his night uninterrupted, there was little a fae could do to guard against ones own mind after all.