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Alexander leads Nick into a well appointed living room, with a pair of large plush couches facing each other in front of a massive burning fireplace. A small table with a glass covering on it sits between the two of them. The floor is hardwood with a thick persian rug on it. Sleeping on one of the couches is a small brown fire lizard. There are two doors in the room, one to the right and the other to the left. Both entrances are dark. Tall bookshelves line the walls and are stuffed with books and other interesting things, like a war hammer, a pair of bateranges, a collection of jewels, a set of rings and hundreds of other things from different universes. It is apparent that Alexander is a pack rat of the highest order. Nothing seems to be set in any particular order, but it is EVERYwhere.

In a corner is a skeleton of some sort of monsterous humanoid with the head of a bull. Next to it is a knight's black armor, missing it's arms and legs and coated in blood. There are several shields above the fireplace and an umbrella stand has swords sticking out of it. There's a liquor cabinet against one of the book shelves with all sorts of interesting shaped bottles.

Tossing his cloak onto a couch, he said, "Sorry about the mess. I don't get many visitors."

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Alexander continues to sip brandy. When it's done, he let's a little bit of what he really is, the sheer and utter power that he poseses, how old he actually is and what he could actually do to Orannis if he felt like it, show through.

"...you irritate me." Orannis stops trying to kill Alec and contents himself with glaring.

"I irritate a lot of people. It's one of my functions in the multiverse. Brandy?"

"Please." He could crush him in an instant, he just doesn't want to. Of course.

There's another brandy in Alexander's hand. There wasn't one there a second ago. He hands it to Orannis before sitting down next to him, putting his feet up on the table. "You really couldn't, you know."

He sips, the glaring redoubling. "I could. I merely find it convenient to keep you alive so that you can let me out of here."

"No. You couldn't. But if it makes you feel better, you can continue believing that." He glanced at him and batted his eyelashes at him, "I do rather like the strong sorts."

Well, Orannis apparently is the strong, silent type. He has no words. None.

Alexander kisses him lightly on the cheek.

Orannis tries to push Alexander away violently, snarling.

His hands go right throuh Alexander. "I'm not really into rough foreplay."

"There's no foreplay." Orannis has regained his calm. Go, Orannis, go.

He stands up and tries to push past Alexander.

Alexander lets him. "There isn't a way out of here. You can take a look if you want."

He looks, high and low- damn his constrained powers. He'd blast a way out if he could.

Alexander reads Harry Potter, book seven, while waiting for him to be done.

Orannis returns, looking irritated as only the Destroyer can look. "Strange house you have."

"Very. I built it myself. We're in a pocket dimension that I created. There's no way out except by me. It's much more secure that way. Don't have to worry about theives," he says without looking up from his book.

"I see. Would you care to let me out?" Trying to be subtly intimidating probably doesn't work on embodiments of Chaos, but Orannis might as well.

"I was busy trying to seduce the man who's body you are currently posessing, when you came along. I'd really like to finish that portion of my evening before I let anyone go," he said and looked up at Orannis blandly. "Unless you'd care to take his place?"

Orannis really can't deal with this. Nick's body collapses into a heap on the floor.

"Am I really that repulsive?" Alexander asks Trey. "I mean that's the second man who's fainted on me today."

Nick wakes up slowly. "What happened?"

"You fainted. Have you been feeling well lately?" Alexander sounds very concerned and goes over to help him up.

"Ah, no, I've actually been rather ill. I'm not sure why- possibly the climate..." He looks very pale, and his skin is cold.

"Oh yes. The climate," He nods understandingly. "Wet and clammy?"