Running his tongue over his lips to wet them, they having dried in anticipation, Alexi hums softly to himself as he pushes the door to his room open. His eyes immediately find those of the vampires and he smiles softly as he closes the door behind him, the wine bottle and glass grasped in one hand. At a distance he doesn't really notice the vampire's distressed state, and as he sets the bottle and glass down beside his wardrobe the clicks his tongue. “Now now, I told you to watch the language.” Pulling open the door he shucks off his finery and pulls on a nice par of deep red silk pajama pants. The feel of the fabric on his legs and the like makes him shiver in enjoyment.

[i]'Love this feeling, so slick'[/i] Stepping back he closes the doors and scoops up his clothing, dumping them in a chute beside it. The chute looks a lot like an old wicker hamper on the outside made of some sort of red colored reeds, but inside it is much like Mois's laundry chute and it takes his clothes strait to the laundry room. Picking up the glass and bottle once more he wanders closer to the vampire, still well out of reach, and looks him over carefully. [i]'He looks rather uncomfortable. I should have Joseph help him change into something less sweaty tomorrow'[/i] There are special clothes made for vampires who are in the midst of breaking, and Alexi decides to order some nice tasteful stuff in the morning. His smile stays in place as he climbs on his bed and settles against the headboard. The slave had pulled the cork for him so with a sigh he pours himself a nice glass of the fruity red wine before setting the bottle aside. Unsure of just what to say to the bound creature Alexi sits quietly, sipping his wine, waiting for the other to speak first.