"Remember, information first," Nitocris reminded Kyle, while sipping on his red wine as he watched the whole process.
Ice went and poured cold water on the unconscious guys then said to Nitocris, "Big Bro, choose the one for me, please?"
For some reason, hearing how polite Ice was, the remaining two moles were ready to cry. Like students who didn't want to be called, both were looking everywhere but at the people in front of them. Even though the bondage that tied them forced them in certain positions - including having to face their tormentors - it didn't mean their eyeballs couldn't move.
"That one," Nitocris answered.
Since both had been looking elsewhere, they didn't know who it was that the King had chosen. Ice didn't help either, for he just walked inbetween them, pushing them aside a bit then sat down cross-legged. He looked at the guy on his left, then his right.
"You sure, Big Bro?" Ice asked sweetly, smiling with his eyes twinkling.
