Alai opens his mouth to give a departing comment, however the Prince swiftly intervenes in a reply to his brother. With no intentions to stay as hostilies escalate, Alai retreats to his seat, giving an unseen nod to Alexander, and a quick one as he passes the man's wife. Alai held some unspoken sympathy for Alexander's wife. How the woman could muster compassion in the company of the dark and cynical fortress of angry thoughts that was her husband, he could not comprehend. However, he thought that she would soon become a topic of the debate that had sparked to life between the two nobles beside her. Slumping back into his seat, he keeps his ears intrigued in their conversation, although his eyes seem occupied.
That is what Alexander is, isn't he? Alai thought, accepting another glass of wine without fully knowing what he was doing. Alai saw no possible way to penetrate those emotionless eyes that seemed to simply sit far in his sockets. Out of all of the information he had on the Prince, no weaknesses were exposed orally or through text, and much less so in the flesh.