Alastair looks up from his position at the blond woman before him, his eyes looking in hers, frustratingly admitting to himself that they are like little diamonds they seems to glimmer, and are probably the most beautiful he had ever laid his eyes upon. In an attempt to not lose his ability to hear as he gets lost within them, his eyes flick off and away to look elsewhere. As his body moved from his laying position, using the edge of the leather sofa as a backrest. His back being propped up by the armrest, as his legs remained stretched across the seat, almost as if he was using a reclining chair. Sighing at her latest question. "I don't know." Shrugging his shoulders at the beautiful blond. Licking his lips as he tries to not look back into her eyes out of fear of zoning out within them.  "Knowing my brother... he does love her." Looking up at the picture on the wall, it was painted a couple months back, of his brother and her sister. "We have never been the same... yes, he is older by two years, but at my age, he was not like me." Look off the painting. He knew as he spoke that Melinda opinion of him must have been getting lower if that was possible after the pair had not really spoken before.<br/><br/>"He had not been one for how I live... while I go night tonight a new woman in my bed. He didn't... not that he has not had the chance to do so." Speaking softly just in case anyone was around... this was a private conversation really, seeing about the subject matter. If she was not  Amelia sister he would ask her to move this into a private room, not a community one, but it would not be wise as he couldn't be asked with the agro that would come his way. "He only has had two other relationships before you sister... and they had been the only other he had slept with... and after they ended he cried over them." Looking around to once again make sure no one was around. "He only dates people he Loves... and if he brings them to our palace if it clear that he must do so." Finally looking into her eyes once again, but his mind being forced to not allow any chance to get lost within them. "I wouldn't worry about him not loving you sister... he is a much better man than I." Sighing at the words, but he knew it to be true. "If you want to keep speaking about this can I ask we move to my apartment with the palace? I don't think this is the right setting... that is if you trust me not to try and bed you while we are alone." The charming boylike smile on his lips as starts to sit up, pulling his legs off the leather couch and onto the floor.