“I don’t either- I mean not as a person- as an object of sexual desire I’m more or less persuaded.” It was then Alarick glanced down to Annelise. “But you didn’t hear that. The prettiest princess doesn’t objectify women.” He paused. “Alright I do, but don’t tell the women that.” Those brows waggled in her direction.
“Let’s head to that small diner on main street- yes? I more or less have a feeling about that place- well not that place entirely- but you know. It does get a lot of activity for not being a chain.” It was then he shrugged. “But who knows- it may just be because it is good. If they can make eggs over easy- actually over easy I’ll give them my money.” With that Alarick peeled forward. It wasn’t too far down the road really, and probably was the most convenient choice out of anything else he could make. More so his curiosity was piqued and he wanted to offer Sebastian some sort of report lest he no longer be the man’s deputy. He was very much so competitive in that regard. Being a part of the hunters had given him some sort of foundation in this wild wild world, and he wanted to do his best in serving them properly. Of course if that meant doing the unthinkable- he would do it. The Grey Lady had been collecting dust- not literally never literally- recently and was feeling like it needed to taste blood soon.
As they reached the diner- he looked up at the unassuming building with a bit of trepidation. Yet he opened the door for Annelise being the proper gentleman. “You first milady.”