Letting out a faint sigh Alexi manages to regain his feet without looking like it was hard to do and locks his gaze on the rebel leader. “Is it really strange? For a man with muted, unenthusiastic emotions, who has never failed, and never held true passion in his heart, to suddenly be filled with the self loathing, the anger, the pure, unfettered fury that you were feeling, stronger than you have ever felt it before due to the state your body was in after so long without blood? Not to mention that little pain, for a man who has never wanted for anything, that overwhelming need for something as simple as food. . .No Erik, it is not strange. From their perspective of my emotional center, your emotions are nothing short of a touch of hell.”

He say none of this in an accusatory manner, his calm smile and relaxed facade never changing as he looks to the vampire, doing his best to try and explain his understanding of why it still hurts. He chuckles softly. “That aside, these feeling are not suppose to fade, so of course I still feel it, but now, as I did with my past pains, have managed to press it back so I can function.” He looks to the ground, sweeping his foot back and forth almost shyly. “I do not press it back too far however, since this is meant to be shared. It would be unfair on my part.” He smiles before slipping away to his wardrobe to get dressed. After throwing the doors open he strips and calls out to address the question posed by the vampire.

“As to when we may do the next dose, I would say a couple days. It is best to get to understand what is inside before moving on, and since I spend most of my day out of the manor, it will take a while if I am to actually get some sleep at all during this. The past few nights have been. . .” He lets that sentence hang in the air, the implications obvious so he lets the vampires make what they will of it. He finishes changing quickly, closing his wardrobe to turn and face the other two in the room. His robe now lay crumpled on the floor and Alexi is now dressed in an old fashioned gentleman’s pants and suit coat, both in deep purple, while his undershirt, showing from his navel up, is white, ending with a dark red cravat, his hair already pulled back into a proper pony complete with black hair ribbon. 

Smoothing his hands down the suit coat to fix any wrinkles and smiles at the two of them. Wandering over to where his shoes are kept on a rack by the door he takes a seat on a low plush stool to put on ones that match his outfit. “Yes, tonight, tomorrow, and the day after to talk, and the day after we shall move on to the next dose.” His smile widens. [i]'This is much faster tan anticipated, however it all still fits within the margins, so everything is fine. Everything is already in place, so nothing suffers from us reaching the conclusion a bit faster than predicted'[/i] He hums softly, ignoring the fact that he just basically lied to himself, knowing full well that the faster things go. . .He shakes off the feeling, standing and shifting his feet around inside the slick leather shoes until they fit right before looking back at the other two males in the room.

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Mois pokes at his half finished plate of food. It hasn't been too long since he sent his text, so he knows he's just being a bit impatient, however he can not help the rising level of worry in the back of his heart. Finally he drops his fork, lacing his fingers together as he places his elbows on the table and presses his forehead to the laced fingers as his eyes fall closed in impatient thoughts.