Milo sipped from the brandy, again, focusing on the fire, with his face still holding the indifferent look, " 'When no power is vested in a turbulent man, he behaves sorrowfully like a nearly killed holiday goat, but when fully endorsed, without considering his level of insanity and evil gestures, he cuts everyone in the society into pieces' .” Milo quoted, taking another sip from his brandy. He then smirked, and corked the brandy. "Well, that just means your the best at what you do, doesn't it?" Milo added, his demeanor seemingly changed in an instance, "I can't boast of killing that many people, since I haven't killed at all." Milo said, laying back in the couch seat, relaxing on the feathered couch. The fire's warmth washed over Milo, grabbing him in it's warm embrace. Sleep seemed like a natural thing at that point, but Milo soon shook the feeling, and returned his gaze back to Alec.