Alexander listened to her, his face passive, though he didn't show anger. Usually, he would have gotten atleast irritated by an outburst like this, but now he just... Took it. Her last words hit him particularly hard. Was that really what he was to her? A jailer? He simply stood there, five minutes passing as he thought on in silence. Five minutes of his internal thoughts. His first action was an outburst of anger, his fist lashing out to slam into the doorway to his side. The sound of the impact would be more than loud enough to echo down the hallway, but Alexander didn't care about who might have heard. What would they tell him to do?

Finally, he walked into his room. It was a rather ordinary thing, his position not granting him anything much. A small weapon rack with four spaces, one for his sword and three smaller ones that could only hold daggers, all empty. He didn't bother to remove his armor, though he unsheathed his sword, before laying down onto his bed. He stared up at the ceiling, having no clue how long he'd been there. He couldn't sleep, too much excitement running through his veins. Groaning in frustration, Alexander strapped his sword to his side, walking out of his room and slamming the door behind him. The sound would be audible to anyone in range, Calliopes room likely in range too.

Without a word, he began walking back down the hall, no clue what he actually intended to do. All he knew, was he needed to let off some steam.