Ahron takes his time to savour each bite of his meal and the bread he successfully obtained from Crion. He finds it amusing that the eyes of his informant are filled with rage directed at the table separating both of them.
A sparkle of mirth flashed across his vision though it disappeared within seconds. Gulping down the last bite of his expensive meal, Ahron burped and licked his fingers clean.
Crion finds the gesture revolting, but he tries hard to hide the expression from showing through his face.
"Pardon me," he reached for a teal silky clean handkerchief from his chest pocket, Crion could've sworn it gives out a unique fruity scent.
Its extravagance and intricate pattern clearly doesn't suit this rundown. Wiping around his lips in slow motion, it only gives off a conceited appearance instead of refined.
