“Tais. Tois,” Alex cut in, his voice steady and eyes calm despite the tension. Alexandre’s gaze sharpened as he watched the reporter. His hands twitched, but he restrained himself. “Monsieur,” he began, “the romantic relationship of Anon is private. Whom my boss is romantically or platonically involved with is none of your concern.” He cracked his knuckles. “Now, tais-toi et leave the premises,” he warned. BANG Alex jumped, then softened as Anon approached. “Anon.” He straightened. “I was conversing with this… dégueu monsieur. He had been bothering others and had been asking to speak to you without a prior appointment.”