As he falls silent Joseph hands his master the tablet so he can get trough with the official part of sending Joseph out. His hand stills for a moment, the pen hovering just above the screen as his eyes close and the twinge of guilt over making his brother worry at last finds it's way to his heart. [i]'All of the good aside, he is my brother, and he will worry, and no matter the justification, I do still grieve the sadness he must endure'[/i] He is spared a long explanation by Joseph and as his eyes open he shots the man a smile before continuing with his work. Mois, now more than a little curious by what the vampire said looks back and forth between the two before settling on Alexi.

“So? What can you say on the matter, if not what I wish to hear?” His tone is calm, much of his frustration having waned having Joseph's calm presence in the room. No matter what he is really feeling, the vampire has always had a calming effect on the elder brother, and Mois is eternally grateful for that. 

Alexi chuckles softly, looking to Mois with a mirth that he was not expecting. His eyes widen, brow rising questioningly. “Forgive me brother.” He murmurs softly, handing off the completed form to Joseph without looking. “It is just that. . .While His pain is great, his reaction was. . .Like having me around on one of my most joyful days at the age of seven. He was, like a child, almost, and I think. . .I think it was very good for him.”

Mois can not help but smile softly at the thought of any grown man, let alone a very put upon and strong willed rebel leader vampire, acting so light and child like. [i]'Alexi was so happy sometimes, but always in such a calm and affectionate way, I wonder. . .'[/i] “And what made you think of that? Ow did he. . . .?”

Alexi giggles softly, shaking his head a little. His tone falls a bit even if what he's saying is safe to say, it just feels right to whisper it. “He went from promised of vengeance to strong hug, for us both!” Mois's smile widens ever so slightly, quite amused at the image the words conjure inside his mind. He looks to Joseph, brow once more raised in question. His lighter mood causes him to look more youthful than normal.

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Uwin makes his way to the private dinning hall quickly, taking up a place just outside and standing at attention though there is no one around to see him. It is not often he is called into the house. In fact, he can count on one hand the amount of times it has happened in his time at the estate, and each time it had been important. He can not hear the voices from inside the room, most walls and doors of the building soundproof or near to it. Instead he contents himself with humming softly, and wondering over what he's been called in for.