Spade was mildly terrifying, and Serenica felt uneasy accepting even small favors from him. It felt like making a deal with the fair folk of the forest, there would be a catch, Serenica was sure of it.
Still, he made sure they all had something to drink. He even ordered a plate of fish for her, for which she was grateful.
"You must have a weapon with you, young lady," Spade said and took a sip of wine. "This is good. It's really good."
"The wine is tasty," Serenica said, trying to refrain from admitting that she did indeed have a loaded gun tucked inside her pants.
"No, I was talking about the fact that you are armed. It's good to associate with people who are sensible about firearms."
"I couldn't have threatened Swordly with a scalpel," Serenica said sheepishly. "It's far too easy to wrestle a knife away."
"No, don't be so humble about it. Nobody has, to my knowledge, ever put that wretch at gunpoint. You're starting off so strong."
A peculiar silence followed.
