As the elder Vandros listens he begins eating slowly. His attention remains on Joseph even as more and more of his meal disappears from his plate, the wine glass growing slowly more and more empty. [i]'I was sure that he is indeed angry over all of this, and I would expect nothing less from such a fine leader. Though he may be on the opposite side of me as far as my job goes, one can not help but admire him in his tactics. . .Will, as long as you have a head on your shoulders, and for the most part,t he idiots I work with don't even have eyes in what head they have left'[/i] He lets out a faint 'hmm' when Joseph mentions the vampire being interested in Alexi, but it is not a noise of questioning, just a faint not of interest on his part.

[i]'Alexi is nothing if not lenient with the slaves in this household. Since I have not real standing here, and I see no reason to act otherwise, I too let the slaves here basically live their lives the way they will, however Alexi takes it one step further, letting them not only live their lives, but doing what he can to make the lives they are living, better'[/i] His eyebrow twitches slightly when the other male mentions the leaders name, recalling how Alexi had vehemently insisted that Mois not tell him the leader's name and he makes a mental note to let Joseph know this after they are done talking. His gaze becomes fixed on the table however when Joseph mentions the vampire wanting to take a bite out of his dear little brother, but he relaxes, knowing Alexi is not that stupid. He will not allow the vampire the opportunity.

Mois nods slowly as the head slave comes to the end of his assessment of the rebel leader. He remains silent for several minutes, eating slowly until at last his plate his clean, the last sip of that single glass of wine washing it down. Letting out a faint sigh he at last looks to his once mentor and nods his head respectfully. “I thank you for speaking on this matter Joseph, and I will keep your words in mind. Though this has done little to ease my worry, a little is all I was looking for. If you are right, and I trust your judgment, then I expect that Alexi will be safe for now.” Looking down at his now empty plate he huffs. Looking back to Joseph he smiles lightly. “Could you bring me a sandwich and something fruity to drink? I will wait here for Alexi to join me. After you bring them, you are free to go if you have things to do.”

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It is clear even to his pitiful human eyes that the bound vampire is nothing less than enraged by his words, however Alexi does not shy way from the anger, knowing that it completely normal and understandable for him to be feeling that way. He watches with great fascination as the older male battle his way back to appearing at least slightly calm. [i]'He has great will power. That vicious thing inside him wanting nothing more than to tear into my flesh and drain be dry must be very difficult to control at this point, yet here he is, pulling himself together despite my being even closer to being within his grasp now'[/i] 

When finally the suffering man manages to respond Alexi looks at him with a rather blank expression. Without a drop of doubt in his voice he states quite plainly, “You will not die because of anything eye do, and if you begin trying to kill yourself I must tell you I am ready to bind you in such a way as to make that impossible.” He keeps his voice even, despite the sick feeling in his stomach at the thought of the astounding creature in front of him ending his own life. “You are quite right, you will lose your rational mind in this, however having lost that, you will have no choice but to feed, and, if you insist, that will happen each time before I administer your doses. It will hurt, and you will want to die, but if you think that this alone will kill you, then you have not done enough research on the subject. Not a single magical has died from this procedure in it's very long history.”

He falls silent, not proud of what he had to say there. In fact, much of what he had to say sickened him and it shows now in his face as he looks to the floor sadly. Trying desperately to take his mind off things he looks once more to the outfit Joseph had purchased for the bound man and lets out a small sigh. “Leave it to Joseph to hit the nail on the head. . .He likes reading my old history books. That toga you are wearing? The color represents great mourning or protest. They were worn by royalty to tell the world of their pain, or to show the gods and people that they find something wrong with the world or a situation unacceptable. Commoners would wear them too, when they could afford it, but. . .” He lets out another sigh, then, as if recalling something he smiles softly. “Oh, and about your shirt, I will have a new one made for you. . .”