[Judas]

Alexander's orbs that were his eyes looked away from his dresser, sighing for a moment before he went and pushed the the suitcases under his bed but made sure he did not touch the shoes that were placed under there. Alexander looked at the other as he talked about the all-the-time assassinations, he just stared at him, " My mother is not someone you would expect...she likes to fight...she'd put up a fight before dying..." Alexander commented as he sat on his bed again, he didn't really know what to do at the moment.

Alexander's attention was then dragged back right at Marcus once again as the other imitated his father, Alexander could feel the hurt...the anger in the other's town, " I do see why your father wants you to become a soldier...but he doesn't see the bad sides to it..what if you don't marry and don't have any children...not even a love-child your family name will be lost probably..." Alexander said with great passion as he got up from his bed and looked at the other, "And you don't seem the fighting type my friend..." Alexander said truthfully as he stared at the other, his hands placed on his hips in a powerful pose.

Alexander ignored the trunks within the room and began to walk around it, to get the blood within his legs boiling with movement. When the other told where he was from Alexander smirked. "Mayfair huh? I've never been there before...I'm from the Versailles District within Paris...but I have made homes in Connemara in West Ireland and recently in Glasgow where I just came from..." Alexander explained as he walked, he was most active when walking. Hearing the other question he stopped and thought for a moment before shaking his head, " I believe not...how about you Marcus?"