Mois slams the door to his vehicle, the nature of the garage making the sound echo and sound almost like a boom. The older slave, use to his after work frustrations, simply continue with their work, a pair coming over to service the vehicle, while the newer slaves jump and cower a bit at the sound. The watch with wide eyes as the elder Vandros storms by silently, the only expression of his frustration the knitted brow. While Mois is a very passionate person on the inside, he has always had a great distaste for showing it on the outside. However, the cause of his frustration today is enough to break his normally impassive visage he wears in public at all times.

[i]'They should know better by now, but no! They have to come crashing in like madmen on a rampage and not escape before half their numbers are in pieces on the ground. I swear, these new cells are ridiculous. Alexi would be sick if I told him how many non-humans I had to kill today. They took out a dozen of our guys too, but. . . .'[/i] Mois lets out a long sigh, knowing that his brother is very much beginning to influence his thinking. He use to only really focus on the human losses in the clashes, however the shear number of dead on the other side of the struggle, mixed with his well hidden fondness for their own non-human population an the manor, has only served to sway him over his years in the service. 

Having noted the absence of one of his brother's cars Mois decides to just see. To just try, and find out just what regulations his brother now has in place to protect his secret. [i]'I swear, a part of me just wants to talk to the guy and find out how to help these newbies pull their heads out of their proverbial asses'[/i] He lets out another sigh, his temper slowly simmering down as he climbs the steps to the next floor. His feet follow the familiar path to the hallway where his brother's room is located. Pausing he stares down the hall with a far away look in his eyes, not sure he wants to continue. He knows it's Joseph that will be in trouble if he actually succeeds to get anywhere near the door, and the last thing he wants to do right now is upset his brother.

However the decision is made for him moments later when the door opens and the elder vampire steps out into the hall. [i]'Speak of the devil. I guess he just got done doing the cleaning or what not. Well, now I can test my boundaries a bit'[/i] Holding up a hand in greeting he walks slowly forward until he's within earshot without having to raise his voice. “Joseph. Are you done with him, for today? I was hoping for an early dinner, and I'd like to speak with you while I dine.” He knows all he has to do is order the slave to join him, and often he has done just that. However, as there is no one around but the being who basically raised him, Mois feels comfortable and speaks to him like an equal. By now his anger is complete gone and he looks his usual impassive self, even if his body is still a little tense from being upset so long. Motioning for the slave to join him he walks back down the stairs and towards the dinning room.

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Alexi stretches, covering his yawn with a sigh. Despite getting sleep last night, the strain of his actions kept him up late, and the sleep was not all that restful. His driver looks at him int the rear view mirror, but refrains from commenting despite his faint concern for his master. He knows Alexi would tell him if there was anything he could do to help. As the pull ingot the garage Alexi spots the slave still working on Mois's SUV and smiles. [i]'He must have gotten home recently for them to still be working. I wonder if I should join him for dinner. . . I should check on my guest first'[/i] He lets out a sift sigh, knowing how offended the vampire would be if he ever said that aloud. However, he can not help his stay thoughts and does not feel bad for long.

Giving Uwin a light pat Alexi makes his way quickly through the garage and into the house. He stops just inside, spotting Mois and Joseph vanishing into the dinning room. He tilts his head to the side curiously but shrugs and makes his way to the stairs. [i]'I know my dear brother will be doing all he can for some time to find out as much as he can, he's a detective guy after all. I should let them be. It is not as if Joseph can tell him anything. . .I should have Joseph draw my blood after dinner'[/i] Reaching his room he takes a calming breath before pushing the door open and slipping inside. As he did the day before he does not look immediately at the vampire.

However out of the corner of his eye he spots a different color on the bed and can not help but feel a little giddy to see how the ill male looks in his new garb. Humming gently he pulls the doors to his wardrobe open and strips out of his day clothes. Deciding on the smoking jacket and slick pajama pants look today he pulls on the red and brow top and drapes the black bottoms over his arm. Speaking softly he murmurs, “I will not ask how your day has been, the obvious answer of not good quite evident by your predicament, however I will ask if Joseph saw to you well?” He closes the wardrobe and finally looks to the bound man. His eye go first of course to the fine looking properly tied toga, and he smiles faintly, before looking up at the vampire's face itself, waiting for an answer before heading off to his bath.