"You've picked up a bit of an attitude." Alexandre responded curtly, not bothering to look at her. His voice held the slight hint of an English accent and the words practically dripped off his tongue. He was eloquent and soft-spoken in both tone and demeanor, both courtesy and condescension at his disposal. 

"I await the patriarch. Something you should be doing as well, Mortal." He added, finally stopping to look down at her. "He shall awaken soon and no doubt be in dire...[i]need[/i] of your services." He said cooly, crossing his arms behind his back as he spoke, his bright blue eyes seeming to pierce through her entire being. 

"I've received a telephone call that Mr. Herrold Dolf was...taken by the RBUC just tonight. His release is scheduled for tomorrow. Undoubtedly the patriarch will wish to discipline him severely. By chance he might let me inflict the punishment. It would warm my heart to do so." He said, placing a single hand where his unbeating, cold heart would be in his chest. 

His voice had not changed in tone or volume, keeping the casual, cold, slow pace with every word. There was something worst about him that not a single Lycan had: his brutality was shared with deadly, cool precision, befitting a viper over a wolf.