As the food finished cooking and Alexander was handed a plate, he smiled. "Thank you. It smells delicious."<br/><br/>Bringing his fork up to his mouth, he took a bite and his eyes widened. "This is Fantastic!" he said beaming and wolfing the rest of it down like (and since) he hadn't eaten in years. He stood when he was done and smiled, forgetting that he had been sarcastically calling her out the whole morning.<br/><br/>"If that's how you cook breakfast, then I can't wait to have lunch!" Then there was a knock at the door of her apartment. Closing his eyes, Alexander frowned. "It's your landlord. he looks unhappy." when he opened his eyes again, he was receiving a stare.<br/><br/>"What? I can see through and around anything within fifteen feet of me. Standard Protection Protocol. And no, I don't look through people's clothes."<br/><br/>There was another knock on the door, this time more violently. "Want me to call the Angel of Death? he's a really good friend of mine. we talked all the time some nights while you were sleeping. he taught me how to play poker. Boy, I racked up a lot of favors from him..." Alexander said trailing of into his memories.