Alexi does not see the growing anger in the vampire's eyes, does not see the glow that, should he see it so close, would very likely would have him returning the fierce look with one of bliss and admiration. Instead his eyes remain on the floor as the silence stretches on between them, the fog in his head doing nothing for his ability to concentrate on anything save the simplest of thoughts for a time. Seven his normally constantly calculating mind falls down to the lowest common denominator as he feels a part of his brain almost seizing up.

[i]'I do not like this, not one bit. I first insist that he must have a clear head to make his decision, and here I am making important decisions with my mind less than half of what it should be. Truly, I must be mad'[/i] Hie manages to drag his head up a bit, wanting to see just what the bound man looks like as he thinks, only to be met with those dazzlingly beautiful red orbs. For a split second he feels the strong urge to reach out and draw the vampire closer, wanting to see those eyes more deeply, however the moment passes as the man begins speaking. In that instant his gaze had slipped into one of longing, but it snaps to attention the very second Erik begins addressing him.

As he comes to the end of his speech a soft smile curls the human's lips. He can not help the action, despite a piece of his mind insisting that it may very likely simply add to the other's already fiercely evident anger. At first, he does not answer to the man's words, simply letting out a sigh and offering up words on a completely different subject. He doesn't even bother to check the swearing. “I chose well. You are indeed the right one for this, as you prove again and again with each rebuff you throw my way, and with each lash of your virulent tongue. Anything less and I would not be able to complete my side with as much certainty that I feel has grown over the short time you have been here. . .”

He lets out another sigh, pulling his arm back to look at the now gauze covered wrist. He twists the arm this way and that, not really inspecting it, but more using it as something to bring his mind to focus. “I would beg your forgiveness for my selfish eccentricities, if I indeed felt sorrow at them, however I see not point, only clouding my mind and heart further. I weep that you must be bound, but bound you must be. I fear what binding will do for my heart when next I feel that great well of emotions flowing so strongly, so harshly inside your breast, inside my own. However, you may take that fact, my willingness to take such pain, to perhaps understand the importance of what I am trying to do. My willingness to risk such pain and sorrow, for something I find essential.”

A faint chuckle finds it's way to his lips, a pounding headache setting up behind his eyes. “As to the last, you offer to take up my life and dash it should my words ring false to your ears enough o lose all faith in me. . .” He spreads his hands wide, casting Joseph a glance he should recognize as one to express his seriousness and perhaps an indirect order. A moment later his gaze returns to the bound male and his smile fades into a serious look. “If you find me false, by the fourth dose, the dose you may still recover from, then I offer my life up for you to take as you will.” He knows there will be objections from Joseph at this, however he feels the sooner the better to state such an intention. Reaching up with his uninjured arm he brushes back his hair and lets out a little whine, his eyes falling closed with the pain.