Alexander was surprised that she went to wake him up, pleasantly so, though he didn't let it show. He played the part, pretending to be slightly groggy. Shaking his head slightly, he sat up to look at her. "Please forgive me then for napping, but blood lose tends to tire a man out. Besides, I've seen plenty of sunsets." If Calliope paid attention to Alexander while they were in the library, the place he would generally keep her so that he could read while he watched her, she would notice that he generally sits by a window, or moves to one by the time the sun would set.

"Let's go inside then, and it's not that cold." The end of his words were said in a teasing manner. He had noticed her slight blush, and wondered what it was about, though he kept quiet about it. Alexander himself wore a fully covering suit of leather armor, which helped explain why he didn't feel the chill as much as Calliope, though he still felt obligated to tease her about it. It was hard to imagine him as a guard from the first look, equipment aside, if one were to look at his surface personality. He didn't seem to care about the job, though ten years of service easily proved that wrong. His personality simply seemed too carefree for his line of work, where one was expected to be silent and stoic about anything they did.

"As to your previous comment, calling me Sir Guard? I believe my name is Alexander, Calliope. I call you by your name, I expect the same courtesy." His words didn't sound offended, or insulting, just a preference to what he wanted to be called. He felt it was rather derogatory to be called by his job title. "As for the sir, I'm not a knight, no matter how much my skills would say to the otherwise. Simply call me Alexander." His words about his skills held a certain degree of pride, though Calliope wouldn't be in a position to judge how accurate his words were. He'd never demonstrated his abilities in her presence, never trained, and his skills weren't necessarily needed at their manor. The only thing one could judge was his physical strength, as he had easily carried Calliope multiple times on his shoulder.

She might have noticed Alexander pick up the handkerchief and silently slide it into his pocket, the blood on it dry and crusted. As they walked inside the manor, he noticed her trepidation, and though he said nothing, he made no moves to force her inside either. She said she would come with him willingly, and so he allowed her to walk inside of her own volition. His boots clicked loudly on the stone floor as they walked, Alexander himself making no effort at small talk. He still seemed to be in a better mood, however, on account of the nap he had taken. Perhaps he should allow Calliope to such things more often, though he doubted repeated incidents would go unnoticed by her father.

When they reached the crossway that they would separate at, Alexanders room being just to his left, he would stop Calliope with a hand on her shoulder. "I'm going to let you go to your room, I trust you can walk that distance without me. Can you please not run off again in the future?" He didn't offer anything, but the words were actually a request, rather than an order. Perhaps he was in a better mood afterall, with his recent nap.