LaCroix’s fists clenched then unclenched as he spoke, a low tone of anger “So the father’s love is suppose to be as well but truth and expectations are two different things” For a long while the ancient was quiet a brief flicker of betrayal and sorrow in his brilliantly colored depths. But he did he did what he always did with pain or grief; he pushed it down and bottled, not the most healthy way to deal with issues but for him it was easier to deal with it this way then truly face it. The vampire listened to her answer about her mother nodding his head agreeably but hearing the last that concerned Alessa made him match her frown “That’s ominous news but perhaps she will not be successful in that endeavor though I have to admit I have a sort of perverse curiosity about these gods she worships.” LaCroix arched a brow as all the information of Dahlia came to light. He let it all sink in, she was a manipulative sorceress who like him had a tendency to mix truth and lies together “You don’t have to worry I am not without my own abilities…and manipulation”