Alexi is slow to come to terms with the feelings now racing through his system. A part of him even begins understanding how it was impossible for the rebel leader to trust him, feeling the way he does about his captor. He whimpers pathetically, wrapped in around himself as he tries to understand these new and unpleasant feelings. [i]'How can one live feeling like this? This is. . . .More horrible than any beating I have ever received. Even more than the open hatred father had for me at the end'[/i] He gasps a few times, the thought of his father giving him a foothold against the torrent of unpleasant emotions.

His father did hate him at the end, and it had hurt Alexi to know this. These thoughts allow him to take the storm of emotions and put them in a place rather than running wild through his body. He can feel his body twitching and shaking, but as he breaths deeply, in and out, he manages to bring his body back under his control. [i]'I still do not know how one could live with such feelings, the intensity and passion, it threatens to break me. . . '[/i] He relaxes, unfurling to look up at the vampire. [i]'Though I suppose it is these passions I admire most in him. . .It saddens me to once more realize that I carry no such convictions, however that is not my place in all this. I am here for a different reason'[/i] 

After a few moments of silence the vampire speaks and the still quite shaken human has to fight to focus on his questions. He manages to roll on to his back, his body aching from being balled for so long. [i]'I know I need to answer him, and he deserves to look me in the eyes. . .'[/i] He fights with himself for a minute until at last he takes a deep breath and sits up. His mind clears slightly as he moves and by the time he's once more sitting at the foot of his bed, his legs dangling over the edge and kicking lightly like a little kid, ha manages a faint smile.

His eyes are still faintly laced with the pain of Erik's emotions, however his mind is far more clear now, his gaze soft. Thinking over the questions, he decides to answer them in order, as well as he can at the moment. “That was me trying to win a modicum of trust from you. The potion works on any living sentient being, the humans just did not want the magicals to know that. As for the results differing from what you are use to, that has a lot to do with my own lack of intense emotions throughout my life. The sudden torrent of your anger and hatred for me. . .Was more than I could take for a while there. The purity of the potion was also a factor, but that is a story for another time.” His legs continue to kick softly and his voice cracks a little. Swallowing he grimaces as he still tastes Erik's blood on his tongue.

Brushing that aside he takes another calming breath before continuing. “I told you why I did it, to help me win your trust. If you so fear what I am going to you, and refuse to believe me that it will not destroy you, then I will take the potion with you, leaving it in you hands how I come out of all this. I am giving you the choice to break me if you will, or to trust me and experience this together as something all together different from the horror stories. I will match you, dose for dose.” His head drops for a moment at the thought of the last question. He takes a steadying breath before looking back to the bound vampire. 

“To tell you the truth, I didn't know it would hurt as badly as it did. The true nature of the potion, it's original purpose. . .” He shakes his head. “You have far stronger emotions than I do. I think that has something to do with how I was raised, and maybe even a bit of the blood I inherited from my father.” His father had been a very passionate man, but he was also mad. Not all madness need be represented the same way, or so they say. His smile returns and he once more leans against the post closest to the bound man. “I did it because it was the most logical way, for my mind at least, to try for the most gain with the least amount if risk.”