Anita grinned wider and shook the package, her ears pricking at the concentrated sound of probably seeds? She shook it again, her brows furrowed in thought until she set the box down, reached into her drawer for a knife and cut the gift open. “Eh,” she responded over her fixed project, “I’ll have a break when I’m dead at this rate, no offense.” The thought sparked her interest and she jolted her head up from the focus, her mouth agape and apologizing, “Oh, sorry.”
Heading back to opening the gift, a little bit more solemnly than before, Anita managed to free its contents with a satisfying smirk. “Coffee and Chocolate,” she pursed her lips approvingly at the vampire, “You know the ways…” Now that thought was interesting. Anita wasn’t certain why he was trying to get on her good graces, was this a political ploy, was he trying to woo her away from Jean-Claude to prove that fancy-fresh fang that he could? Was she just collateral payment in the council’s sending the ancient vampire to the states to reel Jean-Claude in? Was this just so that he could undermine, sneak into her bed while sneaking into the Master of St. Louis’ layer and take over from the shadows?
The thoughts hurt her head and she frowned unknowingly as she set the box down with a curt, “Thank you, Mr. Alrikson.”
She sighed, pushing a hand over her thick curls, “Well. I’m now in charge of the whole, punishment thing,” her brows fluttered, “So that at least changes the way it’s operated so far… It seems that your ‘suggestions’ turned into giving me a headache.” Anita chuckled lightly at that and leaned back in her chair, folding her arms slightly and glanced around at the blue walls surrounding them, “All in all he hasn’t given up hope to make me… his, for the lack of a better term so his approach is lighter, but still bothersome. Harmless. But bothersome.”
He laughed as she apologized for her joke he shook his head and smiled at her. “Why are you sorry? You would not even be able to have a break when you were dead unless you were in the ground.” He smirked as he watched her open the box.
“The ways to your heart?” He asked with a small smile as he noticed the change in her now, he had a feeling that she was thinking that this was all a big political move on his part and that he just wanted to steal her away from Jean-Claude, while yes the later was a little true, he had just wanted to thank her for putting up with him and letting him call upon her when he needed help.
He frowned and stood up. “You are welcome Ms. Blake.” Axel told her, his tone changing from being light hearted and fun as it had been to more serious and hurt.
“At least that has changed.” He mumbled as he moved towards the door. “Perhaps he will never give up Ms.Blake, to him you are nothing more that a symbol of power, he would see it as giving him a leg up on the ladder of power to have the executioner at his side. I shall leave you to your work. Lord knows you have a lot to get through.” Axel told her as he opened the door and walked out of it.
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