"Yes. Several of them are dead. Some long before I was born." Alexander said of his siblings. Father had many children, both divine and not so. He was much like grandfather in that way.

He watched Brooke study him and he noted there was something more to her, though he couldn't figure out what it was. It was much like when he'd homed-in on Marcelo that day at the restaurant. He'd been surprised when the Brazilian looked back at him in equal measure.

Now Brooke was looking into him, through him, for something and he found it amusing. A challenge even.

"I know an exceptional woman when I see one, Brooke. You aren't hard to pick out of a crowd." he told her.

When she asked if she'd inspired him or if he could see the future, Alexander favored her with a mischievous smile.

"Yes." he answered to both and neither of her questions.