Milo smirked, and took a sip of the brandy. "You're right, Mister Cross. A vulture does feast. It feasts on the dead and the weak." Milo replied, as his lackadaisical attitude began to come back to him. Milo leaned back in the couch, the brandy held in his hand. For a moment, Milo believed he would pass out. He hadn't drank this much since his graduation day. Milo wondered for a moment if passing out in front of such a dangerous man was really a smart move, but he was sure Alec wouldn't kill him, tonight. Alec still needed Milo, for now. Milo leaned his head back up for a second, corking the bottle as he did. "I think that's enough for one night." Milo said, as he stood up, placing the bottle above the fireplace on a mantle. Milo stood in front of the fire for a moment, letting it warm him. He was nice and toasty by now, his clothes completely dried. Milo could hear a sound coming from behind him, and turned around, seeing Maria enter the small log building. Milo smiled as he saw his Captain. He then turned to face Alec, "I'll be able to kill when the time comes."