Alexander's grandma was the epitome of beauty. It shouldn't be surprising. He must have inherited his looks which now made her wonder what his parents looked like. A whole family of rare jewels?
She did notice that demons had good looks. Lord Rayven would be considered very handsome, Lord Quintus was probably already using his looks to use his other manly tools, and Lord Valos looked like a rich handsome aristocrat. But Alexander and his grandmother were something else entirely.
Roxana watched her fascinated and a little nervous as she came with a tray and served them tea. Alexander gave her a certain look after staring at the cup. He didn't want her to drink it.
Well, they could not build trust this way so she picked up her cup. Alexander frowned and she gave him a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry. It is not poisoned." His grandma told him, coldly.
