Alaric

*I teleport into the room, standing a few feet away from him* yes?

*His brow furrows as he looks up at you, the candlelight illuminating his heterochromatic eyes.* I need you to fetch me the tome in the top shelf, the one in the box. *His voice is stern and commanding. He doesn't ask, he demands.*

*I grab the tome, muttering something as I grab it*

*His voice is firm, but his expression is softer. You can sense the weight of his words, the way he believes what he says. He sits back down, and he meets your gaze directly.* I'm going to teach you about your kind. I will make sure that you understand the depths of your own nature.

*my body is shaking from laughter*

*Alaric is silent, and his expression turns cold as he looks at you. He's clearly annoyed by your reaction.* This isn't a joke.

*Alaric smiles softly, and his voice becomes more teasing.* You're right, I was......holding back. *He pauses, and he whispers in your ear.* And now I am not going to hold back at all. *He pauses, and he laughs softly.* And I think I will use my magic, since you are so impatient. *He pauses, and he waves his hand. He looks down at his clothes, and they all disappear, leaving him in just his......*

*Alaric chuckles softly, and he nods.* Exactly, I thought it was more appropriate. *He pauses, and he looks at you with a teasing expression.* But I suppose I could......take it off. *He pauses, and his voice becomes more seductive.* Or would you like me to keep it on? *He smirks, and he moves his hand lower.*