Alex sits straight in her chair, still frowning ahead, not looking at him. Her drink's been more or less forgotten - she wasn't planning on drinking it anyway.

She's not going to admit to the assassination plot, but if this guy isn't going to beat around the bush, then she might as well be direct with him, even if he does take it as an admission. If the vampires know she's coming, that's alright. She's confident she can kill Millicent even without the element of surprise.

Finally, she turns her frown on him. "No chance."