Alyxander listened closely and intently, his eyes flashing fearfully at first. But that fear soon turned to rage as Raoul continued. His hands clenched into fists, jumbled in emotions. Disgust, hatred, horror... how could this have happened to poor Josephine? He remembered the state that he had found her in during the rescue; her clothes cut open, exposed and yet helpless to do anything about it. "Violating a female while she is helpless to resist... those bastards will pay for this. They shall not get away with such offense to our Josephine." Typically 'our Josephine' would relate to him and the Williams' only; but from that point, he didn't doubt that Raoul was on their side in this. This time, the 'our' meant all of them. His anger dulled a bit as he noticed how worried Raoul was, how guilty he looked... it made sense now, why he had been apologizing, why he had been so upset. Had Alyx been in that situation, it would have been no different. "Josephine couldn't have asked for a better prince... This is not your fault, Raoul. Thank you for telling me about this." Not only was this the first time he had ever called the other boy by name, but there was also a very sincere tone to his words as well. "We will avenge this wrong; both of us will."