Joseph merely watched as the pair spoke, waiting until he could escort Master Alexi down to breakfast. He had honestly not known what to expect from this strange “Bonding” potion. His own Binding had been less emotional in the beginning, as the main feeling had been relief from the pain of bloodlust. It had merely begun to depress him and deaden his emotions and his will as time had gone on. There was a portion of him that was almost envious of Erik now, for the idea of feeling Master Alexi's thoughts and emotions was appealing to him in a way. He wonder if doing so would perhaps allow him to understand his dear master better. But alas, he was not the one granted the privilege of peering into the enigmatic Master Alexi Vandros' mind.

Meanwhile, Erik was slowly beginning to come back into some form of rational thought, though he still found it difficult to wipe the silly grin off of his face. In their more muted state, he just felt content, loved, and confident. He was not even terribly embarrassed at having hugged Joseph and Alexi, and replied to the latter now. 

“I am sorry that my emotions are still causing you discomfort. That is strange to hear, because I do not find them anywhere near that painful. They are simply my reality. It was actually rather jarring to see their effect on you,” the former rebel leader replied truthfully. He simply felt pleasant now. It was as though he just loved the presence of everyone in the room. There was even a small part of him that wanted to take the next dose soon, just to feel that complete love and contentment again. “How long will it be before we have to take the next dose of it?” he asked curiously. 

The truth was, there were several more questions that he wanted to ask Alexi about these emotions, about this strange adoration. He at least knew that part was honest now. But he also knew that Alexi needed to get downstairs to see his brother. No one would want to know that their kin was in the same room with him. He was a terrorist after all. And he would never want anyone to lose their job. It is important to note that he still had no idea that Mois Vandros was the one who had fired the tranq dart that had captured him, that had led the spring for the trap he had fallen into. Without that knowledge, he only felt a mild sympathy for the poor man who had to deal with this eccentric billionaire for a brother.

Perhaps when Alexi returned, the former rebel would be more open to asking him about his life, and about these strange emotions he felt. Perhaps, in time, he could even begin to trust him.