Alarick smirked wildly at Annelise’s comment. “Ah yes.” With that he brought his digits to the zipper on his jacket and slowly slid it down to reveal the pale grey shirt with the glittery emblazoned ‘Princess’ underneath a low sweeping neck. One could get an eyeful of his well sculpted chest but honestly he lost any sort of allure with the sparkling words underneath them. “I do believe she means to say that I am a damn Princess.” He paused for a moment as he zipped his jacket back up- seeming almost distraught at Sebastian’s next words, “and really-? You think-? I am a lot tougher than I look but they do look like they have a nasty set of fangs on them.” He offered his bright smile with his flat canines and glittering eyes. He couldn’t say the same of the man that approached them though, and Alarick let his smile fade into a look of just the usual morning pleasantries.
“Sebastian be nice,” Alarick chastised somewhat playfully before he turned to the waiter. “You will have to excuse the Sheriff he is not a morning person- or a day person, or a night person for that matter.” While it seemed as if Alarick was undermining his superior- all he was doing was attempting to drum up pleasant conversation in an attempt to soften up an edge in Sebastian’s mannerisms. While he was assured that the sheriff could get in the diner at any time just by flashing a knowing smile and a badge- Alarick wished to return un-harassed.
Yet their waiter’s lack of response in regards to the female at the counter near about made the half-Italian grin in his most Cheshire manner. Those words practically screamed: ‘I werewolf all the werewolf with the other werewolves in the werewolf werewolf.’ Yet Alarick just shrugged. Apparently he would have to do this the hard way, and to be honest- sometimes the hard way was the most fun. Either way he offered his eyes back to the menu for a moment before speaking. “I would like an egg over easy with a side of bacon. You only live once might as well enjoy the wonderful gift called: cho-les-ter-ol. Molto delizios. And some cranberry juice if you have it- if not water works fine.”
Alarick’s eyes inevitably flicked over to notice the steady stream of patrons entering the establishment and found his lips pursing a bit as a notable face crossed the threshold. Yet he said nothing, and instead just closed his menu and set it rather flatly against the table.