With their romp over with, Emlyn took a bit of time to finally wind down and go to sleep. Seeing how Alice quickly fell asleep against him, Emlyn decided it would be for the best if he moved both of them under the silk sheets instead of on top of the duvet. Settling in, Emlyn eventually allowed himself to drift off to sleep.<br/><br/>Once again, at exactly 4:47am, Emlyn's eyes snapped open, the homunculus fully rested. Sliding quietly out of the bed, leaving Alice alone in the center of the massive bed, Emlyn prepared himself for his day. Sliding on a suit identical to the one he had on the previous day, he left the room, walking down the hallway and into his study. His office was equipped with summoning circles designed for long distance communication, and the first thing he did was order reports on the energy grid as well as a residual magigraph of the city for last night to be brought to his abode before seven. A second call was made to have his kit and some material brought up from R&D. He doubted he'd have much time to actually tinker in the lab proper, so he simply would have some of it brought to him. From there, he set to work, balancing and double checking numbers he had gotten the previous day. With Alice now so close to being wrapped around his little finger -or his third leg, depending on how the girl reacts in the morning- Emlyn wanted to be sure that the interruptions today would be minimal or only ones that he was ok with happening.<br/><br/>The knock on the door was mimicked by magic in his study at a little past seven o'clock. He wouldn't fault the messenger. It wasn't as if it was thirty minutes late. The kit and materials, on the other hand, was early, having been brought in without even alerting Emlyn that they had arrived, and was set on the table. Regardless, Emlyn took the documents from the man and went to the kitchen, idly reading them as he shrugged off his suit's jacket and rolled up his sleeves. As he began to prepare breakfast for both himself and Alice, Emlyn read, seeing that the grid had a power flux, right at about the same time that he had thought: Alice's first orgasm. Furthermore, the reach of it was disclosed by the magigraph. The excess and inert mana in the air was still affecting from of the areas with abnormal effects, and anywhere that was affected, but not on the same grid as Emlyn's home was still without lighting. Emlyn smirked. Alice was much stronger than he had expected.<br/><br/>He assumed that the girl would not wake for some time, and was setting up the stage to seem to be the caring gentleman that introduced Alice to the pleasures of this world. He pulled out a tray and was beginning to set it up as he waited for things to cook behind him. Along side a glass of milk and a glass of juice made from a rather exotic fruit said to be made from the tears of fairies -Emlyn knew this was false, as he had tried to corner the market by forcing tears out of the fairies who work for him- as well as a large plate, a side plate, and one more important addition. Emlyn knew she would be hurting this morning. There was no getting around that. Only those who Alice would consider supernatural and other homunculi wouldn't say they were sore after a night with Emlyn. Thus, he pulled out from the cooled cabinet a small vial, roughly five inches tall, filled with a deep red liquid on to the tray. It was a healing potion, which would ensure she could walk without a limp come lunch. But Emlyn was not done just yet.<br/><br/>He strolled up the stairs and to the study, pulling at a secret drawer and retrieving a fine powder from within. It was dried and powdered extract from a demon's pheromone gland. He's used it before, to either make a deal or break one. All it took was a bit of his own self to be attuned towards him. So, once back in the kitchen, Emlyn pulled a single hair from his head before sectioning off a bit of the powder and setting his hair in it. The powder suddenly attacked the hair, seemingly breaking it down and devouring it. In reality, it was simply adding the new material to itself. With the attitude adjuster concocted, Emlyn poured it into the healing potion. Giving it a gentle swish to disperse it and fully allow it to dissolve within.<br/><br/>With that, Emlyn returned to cooking. He was just plating Alice's share of the breakfast on the tray when he heard the sound of he attempting to descend the stairs. Emlyn looked towards her and gave a smile. "If you would have woke only a few minutes later, you'd have been treated to breakfast in bed," Emlyn says, putting a pan back on the stove and moving over to the stairs, ready to catch her if she fell, but not moving up the stairs to help her. Once she made it to the bottom was when Emlyn began to help her. And by help her, he picked her up and carried her to the couch, setting her down there near the dormant fireplace. "But, at least the tray still has some use. The table is kind of... occupied by a hobby of mine."