Alexander's face darkened a bit when he heard Danielle's surname. He knew an Aesir name when he heard it and /that/ particular name was one of impeccable repute even among the Olympians. So when Alexander recognizes that he'd just invited the daughter of the Wolf Prince of Asgard to sit down to a meal with him, he has to suppress the urge not to slap himself.

If he offered her any offense, she might inform her father. Who /might/ offer the courtesy of informing his father and grandfather of said offense before ripping his throat out. That was a big might.

Alexander sits quietly for a moment and lets Marcelo field this one. If this man did offer offense, she might only maul him beyond recognition instead of killing him.