Xander Harrowgrove:
Emma. Charming and intriguing Emma, full of mystery. Xander hadn't particularly known what to expect when buying his new plaything, seeing as she was his first ever doll, and to be honest, he still didn't know what else he should be expecting, when the girl was quite literally a walking question mark. Ever since she had arrived that short and sweet week ago, she had been desperately eager to help, slaving in the kitchens, cleaning up messes, anything to make 'Mister Xander' happy - of course he had quickly asked her to drop the 'Mister' part of the name; it had sounded so formal and Xander was tired of formalities, especially since he hadn't bought Emma just to play ballroom manners.
He sighed as he lounged lazily, half-dressed, on his bed, flicking through a notepad with complex equations scrawled across it. Anyway, he hadn't seen much of her and that bothered him. Emma was a mystery - and luckily he liked those very much - but she was a mystery that he had yet to solve, which, put simply, pissed him off.
Grumbling to himself, he flicked out his pen and began to scribble another solution to a rather difficult question until he heard a hesitant knocking at the door and a voice - her voice: "I... I've made you and Miss Meora breakfast... May I come in?"
Speak of the devil herself. Absolutely perfect timing.
He smirked as he quickly finished this problem, glancing up to see the young woman glide into the room as elegantly as usual and place the tray on the side; it wasn't exactly a 'glance' because once he had looked up, he found that he could no longer lower his gaze. Yes, Emma was most certainly a lot different to the many other women he had ever been with; for one she was absolutely, visually perfect...but that was just because she was a doll...wasn't it?
Shaking his head as though he was caught in some weird daze - though that couldn't be the case, as Xander Harrowgrove was never distracted by anything - he suddenly realised that she had been speaking all this time, smiling at him innocently.
"...me to go get her?" Her? Oh, his sister. Xander frowned; unfortunately, unlike himself, Meora hadn't exactly warmed up to Emma as much as he'd hoped. Because she was different, with those curious vampire fangs and all, he had assumed that she would find the doll as enticing as he did, though all she had shown on her face was an expression of uncertainty - it had almost been enough for him to send Emma back. Almost. Not quite entirely. His reasons stripped down to their bare minimum, Xander simply could not bring himself to do it; he told himself that his darling little sister was merely shy and that he could not give up on Emma yet, not when he hadn't even solved her mystery... It would be like giving up.
Xander pursed his lips as he examined the beautiful doll and stretched himself into a sitting position. What to do...
"That won't be necessary," He decided, a slight smile playing with the corners of his lips, "Unfortunately Meora is busy running father's errands, so it seems that I'm dining alone, unless..." His eyes caught her summery blue ones as he spoke, "You've made an awful lot of food for one person; honestly, I don't think that I could manage this all by myself, despite my strength, so would you care to join me, my love?"