Milo turned his attention back to the fire, "Why don't you go to bed? You aren't having fun, and we have to wake up early in the morning, anyway." Milo said, as he sipped on the brandy, lightly. Milo had always had sleeping problems, and had found that alcohol helped him get rest. They would have to wake up a hair before dawn, in order to prepare for the day's journey west. Milo turned to look at Alec, scanning his person, and taking a interest in the weapons the man held on him. The man seemed to glance at his weapon with a type of gaze that implied desire. Milo wondered for a second just how true the rumors about the man was, "Just how many people have you killed, exactly, Mister Cross?" Milo asked, his indifferent and more serious visage coming back to him.