"Cornelius, my very old friend, you need to cool down. This household works on consent, as Carys has said. If you want something you need to ask for it, and wait for the other party's agreement. We don't do this here." Alexandre's face was stern, and his voice was low and threatening. Cornelius growled and spun away from us, hands tangled in his hair. Alexandre pulled me to him and I clung to his arms as I watched Cornelius carefully for signs of danger. He suddenly dashed off down the hall and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you alright?" Alexandre spoke against my back.
"Yes." I replied shortly.
"You're not having an anxiety attack." Alexandre observed.
"Yet." I sighed. "Mostly I think I feel sorry for him." Alexandre turned me around.
"Whatever for?" He demanded ang
