i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

The Macedonian man could hardly help that dubious look upon his features at the mention of the woman's occupation, much less her ignorance upon the supernaturals of the world. Did the worldwide medical boards not pass through new courses to cover the unique bodies of the supernatural races in order to be able to provide them too with healthcare? Or had they only taken to fretting over the human race as so many did. Perhaps he was being too compassionate to consider the health needs of those whom his organization sought to curb and yet, was his concern not entirely legitimized with the were-species held a disease capable of bringing others to its ranks by the improper handling of their blood? It was yet another matter he would have to bring up to the core council of the Hunters in Italy, though of late a laundry list of affairs he would near demand tending to seemed to be growing. Frankly, he was certain they preferred the Dark Hunter disinterested in that supernatural aspect of the world. That glimpse of embarrassment across her features only caused that frown on his own to deepen and yet it was that mumbled mention of her residency that brought a sigh to his lips. "That explains it." He responded almost flatly.

He hardly meant to be so short with the young woman, though Alexander was rarely a pleasant fellow to be around. Age had certainly made him far more jaded and restless after the ambitions of his youth had been stolen and barred from him. That sudden inquiry of his own well being, however, slowly caused those blue-green eyes to turn towards the woman with a small glimpse of surprise. She was continually passionate, this one, the call of a doctor served her well. "No." He uttered only for that soft sigh to leave his lips. "Vampires have poisons unique to them...this one does not hurt, it merely...brings on paralysis in mortals." His own limbs felt altogether heavy in that moment and yet, he was fairly confident he would be spared the complete onslaught of that venom. He could already feel his system fighting back, that incessant itching of that wound on his neck informing him well of such. That altogether blunt statement of his appearance caused his gaze to turn towards her in an altogether sardonic fashion. "I'm sorry, you haven't caught me on my best of days, princess." He uttered and yet, Alexander hardly was vicious by any means. The man more akin to wit and sarcasm than any true ferocity, particularly when he certainly owed her, to some extent.

He watched as she abruptly stood, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly at that tremble he could see in her legs. He tried to move to help her, truly, and yet his effort resulted in little more than a small raise of his hand. That laughter only increased the frown on his lips, his head shook from side to side ever so slightly. "Please be careful...you need a glass of water, something to eat and time to rest." In this, it seemed, Alexander was far more willing to take up the woman's role of designated caretaker, even if he was fairly certain he was presently confined to the sofa. He hardly expected that blanket that was tossed upon him, the man merely looking down at that warm blanket only for his companion to resettle at his side. Had she gotten up...to get him a blanket? That inquiry of what he was, however, caused his attention to sluggishly turn towards her. "I figured that." He commented on her lack of supernatural knowledge. "We are....I suppose the easiest comparison would be that we are like the police of the supernatural world...with a lot less red tape." After all, it wasn't often that they came under fire for the murder of those other races. Most individuals were too concerned about their own life or too afraid of them to murmur much of a word of protest. It simply was as it has always been. Even so, his eyes fell upon her with a vague hint of...compassion. "I fear you have a lot to learn ahead of you."