Emotions were dangerous. They so often made one do things that safe logic would have dictated against. Alexander knew this all too well from personal experience. Even if it were hundreds of years ago since he'd let them, he could remember. When he watched others with their explosive emotions, it was like a glimpse of what he used to be and it irritated and hurt to see. And she was over flowing with her feelings, one specifically over-powering all the others. If the girl was afraid, she was becoming less so with every angry word she threw at him.
The kitchen was small and it only took a few moments for him to circle and take it in. He caught the smell of chicken and spices, his nose flexing muscles hardly used. "I did not say you had no right to your feelings. Or mean to imply that yours were less meaningful than his." Though he was fairly sure that Charlie did not annoy Noah with her depressed scuffling. "I only meant to point out that you were not alone in them and that it was ... normal," Alexander shrugged and then began to open cupboards, having assumed what was behind them and wanting to confirm if he was right. Time had worn down nearly every human part of him, save for his curiosity and that was never satisfied.
This girl spent more money on spices for her food than her own clothing. Interesting.
"Love will not change him from what he is." Alexander replied calmly, as if untouched or perhaps unimpressed. He could understand her need to vent and had had allowed it without interruption. She had her right to it. The older vampire had always been comfortable with others doing more of the talking. His own words were few but precise. Planned. Direct. Brutal. Honest. He was not a fan of wasting his breath.
"Royce is still 'ordinary', as you put it. He is exactly the same man that you knew before." The vampire opened another cupboard, this time the one with all the dishes. He tapped his nail on them all, disapproval humming. "The only thing that has changed is your perception of him." The cupboard was closed gently and he moved to the next one, the one with all the bowls. "How long do you think you would need to adjust to this new perception of yours? Your life is exponentially shorter than his but I have a suspicion he would still wait." Another cupboard closed and he twirled on his heel, the palm of his hands against the counter. "I wonder," he raised an eyebrow at her. "Do you think you could love a monster?"