Alyxander watched Raoul, not surprised in the least by his answer. He and Josephine were obviously very connected, it would be hard to be kept from her. He wondered what kind of relations were between the two of them; obviously more than just friends. But to what extent did their bond go? "A man of much action indeed; sitting around your castle, avoiding your father no doubt. If you can call that action." He raised an eyebrow at Raoul's curious interest in the coffee table that remained always in the living room.<span style="font-style: italic">"You would tell me the moment I was ready wouldn't you? I know you want me out of here as soon as possible but you are un-willing to let the plan fail...could it be that the fear of me being to slow is keeping you from letting me do this?"</span>"It is not my choice, frankly. Sir William is ultimately in charge, I dare no go against his wishes in keeping you hidden. But if you feel so sure of your strength, I shall try to convince him to let you go off to the castle as you planned earlier. If all goes well, you may have some fresh air tonight." 'And if you do not return, you will be deemed a traitor unless found dead.' He didn't voice his thoughts, but his attitude gave his caution and remaining distrust clear as day.<br/><br/>An hour or so went by, and Alyxander returned downstairs with Sir William close behind him. The older male looked at Raoul. "I hear you have recovered enough to your opinion. I do not blame you, being stuck in this home is not the most enjoyable thing." He sighed and paused a moment. "Are you sure that you are ready to go off so soon though?" "I am sure he is fine by now. It did not take you more than a few days when you were injured to recover, and you were soon back to working." "Yes, but I was not stabbed. A wound like that can be dangerous."