As the silence stretches on, Alexi is tempted to say something. He knows how much it hurts for one hard broken to hesitate in responding to an order. He's never sought to harm any of his servants, however this time it seems he may be causing pain inadvertently. 'Come on Joseph, you know I have always wanted your honest input. I may ask you to wait to give it at times, but I have never punished you for having them. Just say what's on your mind!' His bottom lips slides between his teeth, trying to stay quiet to let the man think, but just as he's about to say something, Joseph speaks up. His response however serves to confuse the younger Vandros and his confusion shows blatantly on his face as the elder vampire goes on.
'I've never seen him this uptight. It's like he's afraid of me. Am I not kind for a slave owner? I know many under my and my brother's care are happy to be here and not in a house where they are treated no better than furniture' He shifts uncomfortably aganinst the mantle, the light from the fire finding it's way to his face, giving the other a clear look at the confusion etched into it. “Joseph, you are acting strangely. Though I may now hold my father's position in this household, I have never once tried to step into his shoes. I know he was, quite often, a cruel bastard, but I would hope that I have never once treated you with anything less than the respect due your station.” He waves his hand around the room. “Everything I have done in and to this house is for the good of those that live in it. It almost frightens me when you talk about yourself like that. . .”
He lets out a sigh, his stance clearly communicating that he's not finished speaking though he takes a few moment to gather his thoughts. 'I do not have time to snap him out of this. I have to tell him what he needs to know then get to that meeting' He lets out another sigh and looks to the man across from him. “We will speak on that later Joseph however. At this time I understand that you want to keep me safe, and that makes me happy my old mentor.” A true smile sneaks across his face before becoming more serious. “Since I'm still not sure how much my dear brother told you let me just say this. The new potential slave is the leader of the rebellion. From now on you are to take over the upkeep of my room personally, and no one, not even Mois unless he has my permission, is allowed to enter my room save for myself, and you of course.”
Shifting his weight Alexi looks towards the curtain clad window. “I know no one will understand this, but I want to end it. I want this slavery shit to end, and even if this part of my plan fails, I will succeed none the less.” Alexi almost startles himself when the swear word slips from his lips. In his life sworn a grand total of eleven times including this one, but for each time it had been for a good reason, and this is no exception. 'It really is a huge steaming festering pile of shit, and deserves to be named such' His gaze wanders over to Joseph, curious what kind of reaction is going through his head at the sound of him cussing. He's always had a thing about such foul language, even going so far as to have the head slave make sure that all the other slave know not to swear around Master Alexi. So he can not help but be curious of what the other thinks about hearing such things from the usually more refined man.
'I've never seen him this uptight. It's like he's afraid of me. Am I not kind for a slave owner? I know many under my and my brother's care are happy to be here and not in a house where they are treated no better than furniture' He shifts uncomfortably aganinst the mantle, the light from the fire finding it's way to his face, giving the other a clear look at the confusion etched into it. “Joseph, you are acting strangely. Though I may now hold my father's position in this household, I have never once tried to step into his shoes. I know he was, quite often, a cruel bastard, but I would hope that I have never once treated you with anything less than the respect due your station.” He waves his hand around the room. “Everything I have done in and to this house is for the good of those that live in it. It almost frightens me when you talk about yourself like that. . .”
He lets out a sigh, his stance clearly communicating that he's not finished speaking though he takes a few moment to gather his thoughts. 'I do not have time to snap him out of this. I have to tell him what he needs to know then get to that meeting' He lets out another sigh and looks to the man across from him. “We will speak on that later Joseph however. At this time I understand that you want to keep me safe, and that makes me happy my old mentor.” A true smile sneaks across his face before becoming more serious. “Since I'm still not sure how much my dear brother told you let me just say this. The new potential slave is the leader of the rebellion. From now on you are to take over the upkeep of my room personally, and no one, not even Mois unless he has my permission, is allowed to enter my room save for myself, and you of course.”
Shifting his weight Alexi looks towards the curtain clad window. “I know no one will understand this, but I want to end it. I want this slavery shit to end, and even if this part of my plan fails, I will succeed none the less.” Alexi almost startles himself when the swear word slips from his lips. In his life sworn a grand total of eleven times including this one, but for each time it had been for a good reason, and this is no exception. 'It really is a huge steaming festering pile of shit, and deserves to be named such' His gaze wanders over to Joseph, curious what kind of reaction is going through his head at the sound of him cussing. He's always had a thing about such foul language, even going so far as to have the head slave make sure that all the other slave know not to swear around Master Alexi. So he can not help but be curious of what the other thinks about hearing such things from the usually more refined man.