Alexi listen silently, his eyes remaining firm upon the vampire, taking in everything he has to say, and how he says in. [i]'If a little touch of trust is all he needs to do this willingly, then I do not suppose. . .'[/i] His mind begins to race, his computer like brain sliding the pieces of his plan this way and that, working in a new figure and looking for any holes it may create. As the vampire approaches he looks up into his face, not really seeing him even if his words still ring true in his ears. Like a game of plinko, the new pieces fall, and with each one he can feel a faint hole, a little snag, however that smooths over a moment later when the biggest of the old pieces moves in to accompany it.

His eyes slowly slide into focus and he is once more looking up into those bright red eye, his decision made. He will give, this little bit, and see if trust can truly make things smoother. Falling back he stretches out and arm and grabs the remote. As he sits up he presses the retract button, the chain retracting slow enough that it will not yank at it's captive. Once it is fully retracted, the vampire's arms now pinned to the wall, he presses another button. This one immobilizes the bound man, making it safe for Alexi to move in close. Hurrying swiftly to the bathroom he comes back a moment later with a razor, stopping at the edge of Erik's bed. “You can't very well make rational decisions starving, now can you. . .” His voice sounds a little distant, but his eyes are clear as he looks into the bound male's eyes. He needs Erik in his right mind for his change in plans to have a chance at working.

He sets the razor aside and takes several steps back from the bed, and pulls the potion from his pocket. Making sure he is in full view of the vampire, the chains leaving his head free to turn, he sets it aside before moving back to the edge of the bed. Picking up the new empty water bottle he sets it upright on Erik's bedside table, pulling it out so the bound man can see it, and picking up the razor, with one swift motion, slices his wrist open. Not an exact science he manages to pour the vast majority of what comes out into the bottle, however he does spill a bit.

Once the bottle is half full he grabs a handkerchief and binds his wrist tightly before approaching the vampire. Picking up one of his decorative antique bowels he looks into the vampire's eyes he speaks for the second time. “Let's just hope you don't hate me as much as you seem to.” With that, he slices into Erik's arm, away from his fangs to keep from being bitten, and lets some of his blood pour into the bowl before likewise tying the wound shut on his captive. Stepping back once his task is done Alexi picks up the razor and bottle, moving them out of the vampire's grasp, and settles back on to the bed. Knowing that the smell of blood is probably driving the bound male wild he loosens the chains once more, just long enough for him to reach the bottle of untainted blood. 

Once he makes his decision to drink it or not, he makes sure he has the vampire's attention before popping open the bottle and pouring the correct amount of potion into Erik's blood. Re-stoppering the bottle he sets it on his nightstand he raises the bowel as is making a toast and in a few quick gulps , downs the contents. Showing the now empty bowl to Erik he has bare moments to smile, before he drops the bowl to the floor with a thump and he curls on to his side with the pain of what Erik had been feeling when he took the blood. The vampire's blood smears across his face as his hands slide up over his lips, across his cheeks, and then to either side of his head where they ball into fists and he lets out a whine of pain.

Since the rebel leader does not hate human in general, the pain is slight compared to what it could be. The throbbing in his head simply residual to what exactly Erik had been thinking of him when the blood was taken. A part of him really wants to ring for Joseph, however he is sure that if Joseph came in on such a scene, he may just lose it and perhaps even try and kill the bound vampire on the spot. He remains curled into a ball, such internal pain unknown to him, and as such, he is not quite sure how to deal with it. His father would harm his body, but Alexi had never felt the pain of the blows as deeply as he feels the pain inside him now. He knows what he has done is a slight gamble, but in the long run, this will not affect the final plan. He also knows that at this point what he has done will not make much sense to the captive, however the pain keeps him from explaining just yet.

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Mois nods to Joseph's offer, giving him another faint smile. “That would be lovely, thank you Joseph.” Stretching and rolling his shoulder and neck he complements the vampire on his fine job before turning back to his snack, his mind once more lost on his brother.