Nasir watched the other man walk into the kitchen like a zombie and head straight for the coffee maker. He plated up a large stack of pancakes and put a good portion of bacon on the side.
"You guess correctly, sir. I am Nasir. You are Master Kostya?" he asked holding out the plate of food to him. He imagined the Alpha were tiger would be hungry after a full moon. The hand that held the plate, his left was marked on the palm with a strangely beautiful tattoo.