"Christian," he supplied after the names had gone around the room (again, he assumed). He added, "Enchante." The women, naturally, seemed less of a threat than...Osten but, at the same time, women had their ways and he would not underestimate the two. And the American girl, too. When prodded, Christian, naturally, moved to help with the breakfast items. How quaint. Breakfast together. Considering they were supposed to be the more violent of the two sets of housemates, them having breakfast together seemed laughable and extremely amusing. Well, he supposed even inmates in prison were allowed to eat together. Christian had taken most of his meals alone when he'd been incarcerated. Possible danger to others or something. Really, now. He'd only ever had one violent episode in the whole ten years and they all acted like it was the most heinous thing anyone had ever done. For the most part, he'd been very polite.
He let the small American blonde - Jerrica - pass by him with the bowl of fruit before he went in to retrieve the two other pots of coffee and tea. For those who preferred to have their alcohol after-hours. It was not to say Christian didn't drink - because he did - he just preferred coffee for breakfast and the hangover for tomorrow's wake-up call. He came back just in time to see another man - boy, really - come into the room and ask after the food. American, Christian assumed, from the accent. "It's breakfast, mon cher," Christian told the boy as he set the coffee- and tea-pots down on one of the tables in the room. He must've missed the cups. And surely they'd have cream or something. The boy was adorable if nothing else. Christian wondered what had brought him here. In fact, apart from Osten, none of them displayed any outwardly reasons for anyone to be afraid of them. And even Osten probably ran deeper than his muscle.
Christian fixed his collar absentmindedly. "Yes, it's for everyone. Help yourself, though there may be more to be brought in," Christian looked up to see if anyone had gone to fetch the rest. "Considering we're stuck enjoying each others' companies exclusively for the next week, I think we could benefit from a little socialization with one another. Christian, by the way, and...that's Jerrica, Audrey, Daphne, and Osten," he threw out the names, hoping they were right. He did have quite a memory for these things. Not to mention they were different enough from each other to not mix them up.