"No thank you, my lord." Alexandre replied to the Patriarch's request for food. Though he had not openly thanked the older Vampire, a subtle nod of thanks towards him was all that was necessary to state his gratitude. 

Alexandre felt a small twitch of a smirk tug at his lips as he knew the servant had trapped herself, but he quickly hid such gestures behind his stony expression. He knew that what he had done, too, was out of line for his position. Silence was expected more than intervention from a Royal Protector, and he would have to be sure to keep his own anger in check. But this girl, this...[i]mortal[/i] had a way of getting under his skin, breaking through every wall and blockade to reveal the weak, fleshy interior where a maelstrom of emotion churned and toiled within him, never ceasing, never weakening in its turmoil. 

Alexandre growled at the prospect. If he were to be removed from his position by one disgusting slave, then all was lost. The years he spent rising up in the ranks, gaining favors, doing jobs that were not only expected of him...but necessary for the colony's survival. 

It was no shock that Alexandre coveted the Patriarchal position for himself, yet he hid these ambitions: treachery was not in his blood, he could not kill the Patriarch for his own gain. When the time was right...he would be chosen. And if not - he would serve the next Patriarch like all Royal Protectors before him since the start of Clan Desmodontinae; with the same loyalty and protectiveness that he had served Lord Giles.