Though Michelle was able to keep her emotions in check, so her eyes remained purple, she was already very close to letting them turn blood-red from anger. One of the many things she hated was being touched, and it didn't matter by who, so Alexander's hand on her neck was making her emotions swirl darkly within her.
Also, the position of Alexander's hand irritated Michelle even more. As a former assassin, she knew that her neck was her weak spot, so her aversion to having it touched was even bigger than compared to other parts of her body.
Knowing that she wouldn't be able to suppress her rage for much longer if Alexander didn't pull his hand back, Michelle frowned a bit. "Let's go to the basement," she said as she jumped off her chair, successfully getting away from Alexander's claws.
"As you wish!" With a chuckle, Alexander followed Michelle behind the counter and to the staircase leading into the basement.
