Alexi watches in mild fascination as the vampire lashes back at him. [i]'He's breathing hard, he's definitely agitated, but with the drugs in his system he shouldn't be able to get so physically worked up. I guess that could have something to do with his age'[/i] He tilts his head, listening carefully to the man's ranting. [i]'He is so passionate. I wish I could see that more in my own servants. I know most are slaves, but the few humans even act like tortured little puppies. I'm not cruel, I never punish without a reason. Is ti so much to ask to see a little more backbone?'[/i] Letting out a sigh Alexi tilts a little, leaning back against one of the foot posts on his four poster bed. 

His little smile is still in place and even as the vampire falls silent he feels no need to respond right away. The daggers flying from the man's eyes are almost soothing. [i]'He has just what I need, and he will give it to me whether he knows it or not. He will do what I need him to do, but not by submitting, by defying. He is, perfect'[/i] His tongue darts out to lick his lips before he finally speaks up once more. “I agree, slavers are a huge part of the problem. But every problem has a solution, and if you want to be around to see it all you have to do is what needs to be done.” He chuckles lightly. “When we reach the end of this, I'll tell you the solution, but until then, just keep being yourself.” Turning on his heel Alexi strides toward the open door to his bathroom. He pauses in the doorway, one hand on the frame. Turning to look over his shoulder he adds one final note, “I may be everything you hate in humans, and I don't expect you to believe me, but I just wanted to let you know one thing. I never lie. I may not tell the whole truth, I may dance around it, but I never lie.” His voice trails off and with a light smile he vanishes into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

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After finishing the last bit of his paperwork from the night's events Mois hosp in his car and heads home. The sun is till high in the sky, and traffic make the trip an hour longer than it has to be. By the time he pulls into the family's large garage he is thoroughly sick and tired of dealing with other human beings. Slamming the door to his SUV he rolls his eyes at the sight of some of the morning staff buffing his brother's collection of antique cars. [i]'If he ever actually drives any of those in public, people are going to think he's crazier than they already do. But still, the MUST remain in working order and look all shiny'[/i] Shaking his head with a sigh he waves to one of the servants. The mousey young girl comes over quickly, her eyes on her shoes as she stops in front of the elder Vandros. “Send Joseph to my house with a bottle of the old Tullian, an 86 if we still have it, and a sandwich, he'll know which one.” 

The servant nods and scurries away to deliver the order. Mois watches her go for a few seconds then turns and heads out the garage's side door. There is a good stretch of lawn between the garage and his small house on the grounds and he enjoys the walk in the fresh air. The lawn is well manicured, a little longer than one would expect, but that's all thanks to the younger Vandros. He's always enjoyed thick plush grass and even to this day can be found laying on it from time to time when he needs a break from “being an adult”. A smile flashes briefly over Mois's face as he recalls how many times he'd been sent out to find his brother after a particularly bad turn with the parents. At the thought of his brother though he pauses, turning back to look at the mansion. His eyes narrow as his gaze travels up the side wall towards the upper floors. The sun's glare turns his back on to the lawn quickly and with a sigh he makes his way the last hundred feet to his house.

Once inside he sheds all of his outer gear quickly and slips into a comfortable pair of sweats waiting by the door. The servants do not come to his house unless he asks for them, so instead of leaving his clothes in a pile as his brother would Mois dumps them into an air chute that would take them to the manor to be cleaned. They would be returned later via another chute, plastic wrapped and folded neatly be morning. Even as an old servant's house, the interior is rather lovely, and well furnished. A fireplace stands cold along one wall with a plush two seater couch in front of it and small coffee table between the two. With a sigh Mois moves over to the opposite wall and unlocks a door on the opposite wall. Years ago the door had been installed as a way to connect the main house to Mois's so that the vampire and other night dwelling servants can traverse the pace between the two safely. The tunnel connecting the two building looks very midevil, as his brother wished it, and often times Mois would send for Joseph for updates on his brother. Taking a seat in a high backed chair beside the fireplace Mois groans as the stress of the day begins to take their toll. [i]'I may need to ask Joseph for a massage. The stress of all this is really starting to make my body regret loving my brother so much. . . .'[/i]