LaCroix breathed out a breath from mouth that made his lips vibrate in a sort of raspberry “Well I never said it was a pure love” he stated shrugging his broad shoulders. Abruptly he rose from his chair, moving quietly to the mini-bar once more. He made her a drink and moved back to her, standing in front of her as he offered the glass to her “Its brandy…it calms the nerves from what I hear…” Once she would take it he would return to his chair nestling his elbow on the arm of the seat while his hand supported his chin “How is your mother anyways? I haven’t heard from her…yet…I have a sense you and I have not seen or heard the last of Miss Dahlia Gillespie” A curious look came upon LaCroix as he looked on Alessa “You told me once it would do ill for her to know of us….what could she possibly do to me?”