i used to rule the worldseas would rise when i gave the word

A soft, audible sigh left the Dark Hunter's lips as he tossed the pieces of the broken teacups into the bin. They were, admittedly, easy to replace, though Alexander could hardly help the annoyance that struck him at the simple need to replace them. How utterly...irritating the other members of Dark Hunter society could be. Alexander closed the lid to the trash can with a soft, muted thud, only to glance over at his barista, leaning against the back counter. She'd had quite a fright. "Olivia, are you okay?" He inquired softly, the intensity of his oceanic eyes lingered upon her. She glanced up sharply at the sound of her name, only to nod quite quickly. "Oh yeah, I'm totally fine!" She insisted, attempting to laugh off her fright in an equally as nervous manner. The corners of his lips tilted downward though Alexander chose not to comment on his observation. "All right...I'll make some new cups for the drinks that spilled." He answered, easily moving past her towards the espresso machine on the other side of her. Though the simple act of customer service was unquestionably beneath the historic conqueror, there was something almost...comforting with working the espresso machine. How efficiently he could craft those orders - Olivia's tray once again filled with two steaming cappuccinos that had previously been lost to the floor.

Alexander had only just begun to wipe down the milk frother when the sudden sensation of power caused his gaze to snap upwards. How quickly his mind registered both the affinity and its wielder. Frost. His brows furrowed as his gaze shifted immediately towards his horse's favorite spot - a spot that was currently occupied by a young woman. How...unexpected. His brow rose in silence as he watched the were-steed tilt forward the sugar jar -- one that was no doubt empty beneath whatever illusion that Frost wished her to see. His gaze narrowed and yet, for the moment, Alexander was willing to allow whatever shenanigans the stallion was up to - if only because a line had begun to form in front of the register. His hand reached up to run gingerly across his brow with a hint of irritation and how...chaotic his usually peaceful cafe had become within the last half an hour though there was little he could do beyond see those customers served and dealt with.

With remarkable ease, Alexander manned the register, his permanent marker etching name after name in an astonishingly beautiful script upon the to-go cups as he called out each order to his bustling baristas. Despite the momentary influx of customers, the vibrancy of his oceanic gaze continually returned towards Frost and his companion, wholly surprised the pair had even been speaking for this long. It was uncharacteristic of Frost to socialize with his patrons...much less anyone in general. Perhaps...for that reason alone, Alexander would allow this to play out, even though he could feel that second flare of his warhorse's affinity. His head shook ever so slightly as he handed the last customer his change, only to watch with vague intrigue as the young woman gestured briefly towards him. Frost glanced briefly in his direction, only to turn his gaze quickly away - the stallion was clearly up to something he knew Alex would not agree to. A small frown crossed the Dark Hunter's features as he watched the pair lean back in their chairs for one seemingly tense moment before, suddenly, the sight of smoke brought a soft grumble to his lips.

His eyes rolled as Alexander made his way around the bartop, the sound of screams already filling the cafe as several patrons dashed in his way towards the exit. Those illusioned flames flickered around the base of the chair - this far more than the Dark Hunter was willing to stand. He reached out, grabbing Frost by the ear as he yanked just enough to garner the stallion's attention. "Rikarour, stop it or you will find yourself sitting on the floor."