Alexander didn't wish to perform this kind of action too often, but the ferocity and level of vengeance of this woman were too dangerous to leave out of his control; at the very least, he was willing to accept her hating him forever, wishing him dead and never forgiving him as long as it could protect the women beside him, those that he was beginning to feel a deep, obsessive affection towards.
'I am no saint nor an existence that should care about the divine. When everything ends, I will accept the judgement for my actions and make sure you never die or suffer again, no matter how much you hate me, Syliva Diabella.'
His inner thoughts and heart settled, the previous forceful and spur-of-the-moment feeling dying down as his caress became more gentle, like with Ruby or Samantha, as if she was one of his cute Vesta.
