Alexander began closing his eyes partially as she was singing at her normal tone of voice. She, her voice, was beautiful and stunning. Her innocence could definitely be relative to her singing and despite her having a lustful and darker side, he could definitely tell she hadn't changed all that much. While she may still grief, she was enjoying herself and her time in the forest with him.<br/><br/>He watched as she sat there and let the wind blow her hair all about. While he was unable to understand a word she spoke in elvish, he simply stood tehre and watched their surroundings. While normally people would be on the look out for monsters, he was on the look out for adventurers. The last thing he needed to do was fight back, or be caught by surprise. Not that many people can really call him an evil person, but some survivors from raids gave him a set of simple names. The Red Death, the Crimson Baron, The Blood Emperor.