He watched Alex, though he was also paying attention to the sounds coming from the front of the house.  The delivery was short and sweet, and he could hear Raff coming back with the tray of freshly prepared food before Alex even asked about it.  He never responded to the question, though, just stared at the blond and waited.<br/><br/>“You said it and really meant it,” Raff commented when he walked in, having already lifted the lids off everything to inspect it before he brought it in.  “Breakfast.  Do you know what time it is?”  That was when he looked up and saw Alex for the first time in person.  He’d seen pictures, of course, between the documents he was sent to drop off and the reports on the news.  The stunning young thing he’d expected to lay eyes on was a far cry from what was before him.  Several curses flew out in a breathy rush, all in Italian, followed quickly by, “Andreas, what did you do to him?!”<br/><br/>Raff put the tray down and went toward the bed, a hand reached out to check that nasty mark across Alex’s cheek.  Before he made it that far, Andreas leapt between them and snatched the other assassin’s wrist in an iron hold, wrenching it away from the busted up blond.<br/><br/>“Don’t… touch him,” Andreas growled.