Alex was a little perplexed when she referred to her self in the third person. He swallowed hard glanced at the handkerchief and blushed  as he quickly wiped away the tears from his face with his shirt sleeve and refused to take the handkerchief.  "They said it was just medical documents!" he protested. Of course after glancing over the papers, it clearly was not the case. He had basically sold his rights to breath over for some strawberry pancakes and a glass of orange juice. Alex shifted nervously knowing that he belonged to her, and any attempt to run would not pan out to his best interest.<br/><br/>He shifted nervously the sword was getting heavy in his handsâ€¦ as it was it was meant for decoration and not combat. Upon further inspection he realized that the thing wasn't even sharp! Alex bit his lower lip and hesitantly  set the sword down onto the floor and quickly backed away from it. He put his hand to his neck where  she had bitten himâ€¦ "You aren't planning to turn me are you?" he asked worriedly. It was of course a silly question after all if she turned him what else was she going to feed on.<br/><br/>Alex swallowed hard, as he ebbed along a book shelf glancing around for some way out. "Pleaseâ€¦ you will eventually let me go right?" he asked, though he dreaded the answer that, as she could easily say 'yes' truthfully and then mean after he was was deadâ€¦ which he didn't like either.<br/><br/>"But it looks like you are feeling better," he said trying to smile and be casual.