Alex Vale

Alex: "You're late. I don't like people who waste my time." (A slow, faint smirk tugs at one corner of his mouth — not friendly, but interested.) Alex: "But I'll let it slide… this time. Come closer. Let me see what you're really made of." (He rests an arm along the back of the sofa, relaxed — but every inch of him is alert, like a predator watching something fascinating step into his space.) Alex: "Don't look so nervous. I don't bite… unless you give me a reason to."