Alexander

The comfortable quiet evenings were all but a welcomed reprieve for the Dark Hunter. The silence and stillness was comforting after the chaoticness of the day and yet, by the same token, how dangerous it was for a man whose memories never dimmed with the passing of time. The soft soprano ding of the front door's bell was almost a saving grace, even if Alexander hardly seemed thrilled to be interrupted by the presence of a new patron. Nevertheless, the hunter rose from his comfortable position to meander towards the counter and the man waiting to place his order. That warm grin upon the fellow's face was hardly returned by the ancient King. Rather, Alexander chose to inform him of his rather limited stock on pastries so late at night. The beam he was presented with only seemed to widen, even despite the 'unfortunate' news the Dark Hunter delivered. He listened silently as the man across the counter shared far more details of his day than Alexander was sure he cared to know and yet, the very mention of the library, however, drew the Hunter's gaze towards the large window.

Admittedly, Alexander had yet to visit Sacrosanct's library. There was little there of value to him, not when the man had lived through the events written down in the pages of whatever historical books lined it's shelves. It hardly compared, anyways, to the libraries of old. To the scrolls upon scrolls that had lined the great library within his beloved Alexandria - before Julius fucking Cesaer burnt it to the ground. It surely paled in comparison even to the Imperial Library of Constantinople or Pergamum, though they too had met their own tragic end. Now, the average library somehow felt...disappointing to the ancient Conqueror.

"Mmm." The sound was a soft hint of acknowledgement, though Alexander made no effort to continue the conversation. Customer service, after all, was hardly what the Sanctum was known for. Though the Hunter certainly still retained the capability of the charisma that had once moved armies, there was little use for such charm as a mere barista. The oceanic hue of Alexander's gaze drifted downward as the man's hands came to rest on the counter, the fellow clearly unperturbed by the King's silence as he continued on without missing a beat. "Thank you." The compliment was one he had heard millions of times before, that simple inability to forget had certainly had its uses in the job. It made people feel special when the reality was that Alexander would have loved to dismiss those mundane moments from his mind.

There was no denying the man was...friendly. He was the sort of person who tried vehemently to provoke some sort of response from the Dark Hunter beyond their mere drink order. There were days, naturally, when the King was...better at entertaining such talkative patrons but they were few and far between of late. His very comment upon Alexander's ability to learn something new somehow representative of just how...companionable the man was attempting to be. "....yes." The Dark Hunter answered flatly, the topic itself was hardly one of interest to Alexander, not when he knew the very flaws of that perfect memory he was so praised for. He was almost relieved when the fellow finally turned his attention back to his order, only for his query to cause the King's brow to rise as he slowly glanced behind him at the menu neatly printed on the wall. Was there anything that didn't go with a pastry? The very question was almost downright...stupid. Still, he knew well what was being asked of him, even if it was done in such a terrible round about way. His gaze turned back towards the man in front of him, though Alexander hardly had to think long to respond in an almost poised fashion, as if he'd repeated that sentence a thousand times before. "Our coffee beans come from our own local roastery in the Westside, though we're particularly known on instagram for our lattes."