Alan watched the scene unfold between father and daughter with cold eyes, the rage hadn't yet subsided and it was good he had his shades on. If anyone saw the colors that were flicking though his eyes they would react the same way any off-worlder did, curious at first... then disgusted. His eyes were rare even among Assassins but his whole family had the same flickering colors in their eyes. The dominant color in his eyes was a strange mix of red and orange that clashed in his eyes look like the setting sun. As if those eyes didn't give him enough grief, whenever his emotions took hold of him they changed the color in accordance with his moods. There was nothing he could do to control the colors that flashed though his eyes, that' was why he always wore his shades. Not wearing them was the equivalent to wearing his heart on his sleeve to anyone who could figure out what the colors meant.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Father, I'll admit I was in the wrong. I shouldn't have said what I did, and I'm to blame for this. So, how about I show him to his room and answer any questions he has?"</span>Alan raised an eyebrow as he stared at the back of her head. At least she knew when blame fell with her, for some reason it stung to know that she could be like the others that she could judge him for taking a job that her father had hired him to doâ€¦ by the gods he was there to make sure that she wasnâ€™t killed. Most people welcomed that, not this girl, it was as if the threats didnâ€™t faze her, almost as if she was tempting fate to take its best shot.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Knock it off. What do you care why sheâ€™s mad at you? Youâ€™re here to do a job. Do it and stop trying to puzzle together a princessesâ€™ personality.</span>He snapped internally. He zoned back into the conversation in time to catch the kingâ€™s disdainful gaze as he informed Alan that they would proceed with his daughters plan. Good. He would learn more about her and find flaws in the security at the same time.<br/><br/>The princess turned to him and this time he really looked at her. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, the girl was beautiful; any man with eyes would be able to see that. He would be surprised if she didn't have suitors knocking down her door. That was going to be one more thing he had to worry about... suitors. Great. Shoot him now and be done with it. Gods he hated his father on days like this. Her voice broke though his revive and he intentionally relaxed his stance so it wouldn't look like he was hostile towards her. Even though part of him was he refused to make the same mistake she had and judge someone before getting to know them. He prayed to the gods that she was the opposite of her father because if she wasnâ€™tâ€¦ he could very well end up shooting himself before this detail was over.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Shall we, Alexander?"</span>He answered automatically.<br/><br/>â€œYes, princess.â€ His voice was respectful and he nodded his head casting his covered eyes downwards. The closest thing to a bow he would give to anyone. She turned her steps quickly carried her away from him. As he watched her he thought of how her voice had been polite and how he couldnâ€™t detect any of the disdain heâ€™d heard in her voice only minutes ago. He wondered if she was just good at hiding her real feelings or if she had decided to accept what was happening. Alan stepped off and trailed just behind her catching the look she shot her father and as she turned back he felt the kings eyes boring into the back of his head. He could almost hear the manâ€™s threats and verbal attacks. Alan rolled his eyes behind his shades, wondering when people would stop hating the people they hired to do their dirty work. Heâ€™d heard of many protection details gone wrong because Assassins got tired of whoever they were forced to work for and ended up taking a higher bid from whomever they should have been protecting the charge from. The charge usually ended up dead after that. He just didnâ€™t get it, the man trusted him with his daughterâ€™s life but he couldnâ€™t be bothered to be a little nicer to the guy protecting her. Whatever, he had a job to do.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"So, what do you need to know?"</span>Alan snapped into business mode, calm and almost deadpan Alan examined every inch of the area around him, making sure to note every possible window, door, and crack in the wall.<br/><br/>â€œThe threats-the real copies if you have them-, what they said, their dates, if they are all from the same person, if they were delivered or if they ended up here by some other means, and if youâ€™ve been paying them off. Donâ€™t bother lying about any of it because it could end up killing you later if you do. I need to see your security specs, hidden cameras, alarm systems, who has the codes to disarm those systems. Anyone who you might have pissed off around the time the threats started, any attacks on you within the past 3 or 4 years, hell letâ€™s throw in really out there fan mail in case this progressed from crazed fan to someone who decided to get your attention though threatsâ€¦ and succeed evidently.â€ Alan finished checking mentally to see if he had forgotten something, odds were he had and it would come to him at three in the morning like every other thing heâ€™d ever forgotten.<br/><br/>Alan walked just behind her watching the way she moved, remembering everything about her movements. He had to remember what she looked like in every mood, in cause clues to her real thoughts lay in her movements later.