Mois knows the vampire slave rather well, having grown up with him, so he knows how much the breaking of another vampire in the household the way he was broken must be bothering him greatly. He does not intend to keep Joseph long, and as he takes a seat at the table, watching the head slave move over to the kitchen door, he decides if he can just get one question answered, then he will be able to sleep and let him get back to his chores. [i]'If I can just know that, at least for now, he's safe as one could expect, then I'll be good'[/i]

As he waits he toys idly with the corner of his sleeve before unbuttoning it entirely. Placing his suit jacket on the back of the chair he undoes the other cuff of his shirt and rolls them both up to his forearms. Unlike his brother Mois bares the marks of his job. The skin of his arms bare a smattering of small scars and a few decent sized ones from his job wrangling magicals. Looking at his right arm he sighs a bit at the bandage wrapped around a spot just bellow his elbow. One of the magicals had got in a good swing and clipped him with their claws. The wound was shallow, and the beast not poisonous so all it needed was some antibiotics and gauze, but he still berates himself silently that he even let it get that close.

He doesn't have long to get down on himself as Joseph walks back into the room with his meal. He thanks him softly and waits for him to take a seat before taking a bite and sipping some wine that had already been laid out before the two had walked in. Setting the glass down he stares at the table for a few long seconds before bringing his gaze up to Joseph and looking into his eyes. “I know you don't really want to talk about it, so I just have one question for you.” His gaze drops back down, unsure of how to go about asking, so instead he brings up what happened at work today. He explains about the new cells filled with youngsters who seem to have no idea what they are doing, and are throwing life away almost as if they mean nothing. With a long sigh he at last manages to ask his question. “Is he smart? Not, is he intelligent, but, is he not trying to attack Alexi while in his right mind? I would feel so much better if you could just tell me the truth about how he seems to you as far as my brother's safety is concerned. . .” He looks to Joseph patiently, but with clear worry behind his eyes.

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Those fierce red eyes behind that polite, slightly humored tone makes the younger Vandros shiver once again, however he listens to the man's response carefully and does not let his own fantasies lead his mind astray. He keeps his smile small and polite in the face of the suffering the vampire is obviously experiencing as he nods lightly. “I am glad he treated you well, however I can take no real credit for his training.” His eyes flick to his made bed then to the rest of his clean room. “As the one who raised me, he has naturally adapted himself to my wants an whims over the years. Though before I took over he was far more loose with his tongue than he is now, I have little need to order him about as one would expect of a master to the head slave.”

He chuckles lightly for a moment, unable to hide his amusement. “Forgive me, I just recalled when he use to whup me when I pulled some prank or another on father. He always use to come by my room later with something to sooth the pain.” His smiles falls into something of deep fondness. “Yes, he was far more likely to act secretly on his own will back then, but then again, my father was a monster to the slaves. . .” His voice trails off, not liking the memories the thoughts of his father bring up. Instead he shakes his head before bowing slightly. “If you will excuse me, we can continue this conversation in a short while. I really must bath real quick.” With that he moves off to the bathroom and does indeed take a very short bath.

Coming back into the room with a towel on his head, his pants now on his legs rather than over his arm, Alexi sits on the edge of his bed closest to the vampire. Looking to his bedside table he flops over and picks up a little remote before sitting back up and scooting further on to his bed. Fiddling with it for a moment there is a faint grinding noise and he looks up to watch the chains on the wall getting a bit longer. He only extends them a couple feet, enough for the bound man to be able to walk around his bed but still short enough that even if he stretched out as far as he could with his foot he would be unable to reach Alexi's bed. 

“I am supposing that you will soon have to have you chains shortened even further than before if I wish to keep my bedroom intact, so for now I'll give you some more room to wander around.” He tosses the remote on to his bed near the pillows before stretching slightly. “You have been polite, not trying anything dangerous, so I think a little extension is warranted.” His arms drop to his sides. “After your first does, I'll put it back to this length, assuming you'll be back to being civil by then. Once your mind is in place, you'll be free to roam more of my room, however the chains only go so far. Joseph removed anything, other than those heavy books, that can be used as something to harm me, so I do believe I will allow you free reign when you are in your right mind.” He knows that the vampire could very likely kill him with those books, however he also has come to the conclusion that he is not that foolish as to not only destroy one of the only forms of amusement while he's alone in the room, but to attempt to kill his captor thus earning him a one way ticket to death via over protective brother.