Alexia's door was unlocked and left ajar, and Al alerted the doorman on the ground floor to let in anyone who said they were here to see him. In the posh, nearly all-white apartment stood a tall, redheaded man amidst the many soft-lit professional lights, focusing his camera on a large pile of plush satin and brocade pillows. Alexia had a passion for capturing the aesthetic, especially when it came to the various bodies of various beings, human or immortal. Taking a pull on a cigarette, he stood back up properly, and whisked his way to make sure the lunch table was properly prepared. There was wine, caviar, a bowl of assorted fruits and berries, and dishes for about five people. He figured if there were more arrivals, he'd simply summon more.