Humming softly, feeling a bit better than he had right after waking, Alexi dries his hair a bit before wandering away from the pool he used to bathe himself in, just across from the one Erik used the in the night. [i]'Well, he looked to be in a much better mood this morning. I am glad. It goes to prove that sometimes civility can get through to the civilized. . .Or that sometimes really foolish things lead to success. Either works for me in this case'[/i] He chuckles at himself, dropping the wet towel down on the tiles before looking over his collection of robes. Alexi knows he can get a little excessive, the robe collection a prime example of this, however he can not find it in himself to deny his collectors instinct.

After a little deliberation he grabs a black, sleeveless one, silken in texture, and bordered in golden thread woven into text from an ancient culture. Embroidered into the back is a large serpentine dragon, making the robe look less like a bath robe and more light something one might see in an old kung fu movie. After tying it on, he twirls once, admiring the flow and glint of the piece of clothing before heading for the door leading to his room.

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Meanwhile, the elder Vandros makes his way to the private dinning area, the smell of the food making his mouth water even after his rather filling set of dishes the night before. He did not sleep well, which may be a part of what is making him so hungry. Well, that mixed with the worry he seems to be constantly feeling these days. As he takes his place at the table, to the right of the head of the short table, he flips open is phone and scrolls down to Joseph's name. [i]'I know he's going to see my dear brother this morning, and he's more likely to actually read a text, so. . ..'[/i] Pulling up the text screen his fingers fly over the keypad. -Please tell Alexi I'm not leaving for work until I've seen him, so it will be his fault if I'm late. Thanks.- After clicking send he begins digging into his meal, the servants peeking in on him, a few with smiles as he makes it quite obvious that he is enjoying their cooking.

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“Good morning Joseph!” Alexi says jovially, doing his best to appear as well as he can, however a moment later he's handed orange juice and given a silent order to drink it. His smile turns sheepish and he begins sipping at it while walking over to his bed. Sitting on the far side from the door to the room, the side Erik can see clearly from his own bed, the slave owner looks to the elder and gives a nod. Downing the rest of the drink quickly he sets the glass aside on the nearest bedside table and settles so that Erik will be able to watch the entire process. [i]'I have a touch of his trust now, I do not want him thinking I am trying to hide anything now'[/i] His eyes ghost over the vial and looks up to where he'd left it the night before. [i]'Seems he does not trust me enough to not swap it out even when I am passed out, but, no matter'[/i] He lets out a sigh, craning his neck around as he hears a phone going off. [i]'It is not mine, that is over here, and Erik does not have one'[/i] He smiles, suddenly recognizing the text tone. [i]'Oh, hah'[/i] He stays silent, his arm out and waiting.