The worry and stress seems to be coming off of Joseph in waves and Mois braces himself. While he's sure his brother is still alive, he's equally sure he's done something monumentally stupid as well. He tries to remain relaxed and calm, but as the first declaration about his brother's foolishness reaches his ears his hands grip the arm rests of the chair and he pulls himself to his feet. He is beyond angry, even as he follows up with the rebel leader's decision to go along with his brother's mad plan he is unable to relax. If anything, the willingness of the vampire seems to upset Mois even more.

His face betrays very little of this, however he moves swiftly around the room, pacing in that completely erratic manner that is indicative of his level of anger. It is all he can manage not to bolt over to the house and charge strait into Alexi's room. [i]'That, of all the, he could have, is there any, gah! I [b]need[/b] to make him change his mind, this is so stupid, even if it is for a cause as great as all this if he would just, AUGH!'[/i] He comes to a sudden stop behind his chair, gripping the back tightly as Joseph goes on, a note of calm entering his eyes at the sound of Alexi at least waiting until the next day to lose any more blood.

[i]'And I know my brother, he most likely wanted to do the potion as soon as possible. If he's still listening to Joseph, at least he's not gone completely off the deep end into this insane plan of his as of yet. . .'[/i] He looks up as the head slave once more seems to beg forgiveness, however at this point Mois hold no anger for the elder vampire, in fact, he feels a touch of gratitude at his efforts to care for his brother. He takes several deep breaths, forcing his muscles to relax until at last he manages to release the chair and move to stand near Joseph. His voice is strained, but there is no anger in it. “I am not upset Joseph. You had something more important to deal with, and I'm sure his foolishness was fairly distracting. I do not blame you. . .”

Reaching out he touches the vampire's arm gently before moving back over to his chair to sit with a long sigh. For several seconds he just stares off at the ceiling, the fire in the grate burning low at this point, casting most of the room in shadows. There are overhead light fixtures, however Mois does not bother to turn them on, the harshness of such lights not what he needs right now. “I am glad he still trusts you Joseph.” he murmurs softly all of a sudden. “I fear I may have lost bits of his trust over the years. . .Every time I could not do what he asked, or I would try and refuse one of his requests. I fear he's pushed me away little by little. I have no doubt he still loves me, which is why I know something you do not, and I can not tell you, but Alexi no longer trusts me the way he does you.” His eyes turn on to the vampire, blank, with a touch of something sad.