"That was.. sudden." Alexander raised his hand to where the bit of his long hair was cut, frowning. He looked at the cut strand and sighed. "Damnable." Standing up, he walked to the bartender, speaking in a whisper.<em>"Can I have another mug of that fine ale then? Thanks."</em>He nod his head, waiting till he had what he had ordered, moving back over to the table silently again. As he sat down, he slipped a hand to his pocket, pulling out a red vial.<br/><br/>Uncorking it, he cast a look around, throwing his head back gulping the contents of the vial and grimacing. Within seconds, the cut strand of hair seemed to come to life, lengthening back to the same length as the rest of his long hair, but now loose. The red liquid was gone, but the Alchemist capped the vial sliding it back to his pocket.<br/><br/>"My apologies, I merely dislike.. hmm, well leaving something feeling unbalanced." He touched the bit of hair regrown. The potion he had quaffed had 'healed' him, effectively restoring him towards the state he had been before that slice, and enhancing his body's own recovery pace. Losing a bit of hair was usually not a big deal, but he happened to be a man that cared about his hair, and his looks. He had to deal with nobles at times, so he prefered to keep his looks.<br/><br/>"I still haven't figured out how to make these taste good though. Bleah." He shook his head and looked at Samuel. The man probably knew just what all went into the potions, or could make an educated guess at least, based on the ingredients. The cost of those little extracts was laughable, so Alexander didn't worry. Thing was, they only worked for him anyway. At least till he'd get over the little problem of making those things last when handed over to someone else. He wasn't even sure if he would want to, though.<br/><br/>Lifting the mug of ale then, the alchemist took a long sip of its contents, sighing heavily visibly relaxing there then. Smiling warmly, his tenseness seeming to be gone. Friendly smile on his face, the glass vial away from sight, slipped back to one of the many pockets already.<br/><br/>"I'm fairly sure we're part of the entertainment here, Sam, but perhaps at the same time we take the time to be the audience for others too? Well, as long as nobody gets a bloody nose, I think we are doing fairly well. Though I am still hoping we get a chance to chat a little more."<br/><br/>As he noticed Thalia lowering her hood, his gaze shifted to take a look at her in turn, nodding a bit as the elven ears came to view. Smiling to her in a polite fashion. "Hello then, glad to see you." He said this half-jokingly, hoping to welcome her from the safety of her hood to join in on the chat.<br/><br/>That said, he looked at Belle, Samuel, and lastly at Daniel and Rilyth. Seeing that Daniel had come up close, he blinked and listened to the words spoken, then nodding his head in a polite fashion. "Its alright, she didn't cut off anything that would be<em>painful</em>to me and that already says a lot about her control." He smiled in a calm fashion, trying to wave the bit of 'faux pas' off without anger. What was done was done.<br/><br/>"Though it did make me waste a little bit of my brew to regrow it, but no real harm done, so I think all is good. Besides, you nobles move in your own social circles, and usually only show up when you need something. So I doubt I'll be seeing you and her too much after tonight. Probably." He shrugged a bit and smiled. "So no reason for me to bear a grudge either."<br/><br/>The word from Fenris were on his mind still though and he turned to look at the ranger, and then at Daniel.<br/><br/>"Still, if you would be so kind don't send her over to me on a bad mood, I like myself without too many missing parts and without scratches all over. She looks like she could certainly do a good job guarding you against troublemakers afterall, and I have no intent to become a training doll for that." Even as he spoke calmly, his one hand held the mug of ale, the other held a bomb within the pocket, ready to lift it up if it would be necessary.