"Tastes good"
Austin said, taking sips of the aromatic tea prepared by Sabrina, who stood before him like a perfect servant, her face impassive. Austin enjoyed the slow small silence as his complexion 'improved',
"10 minutes..."
He said earning the girl's focus as she looked at him and without his intention, she saved every bit of information about him to her mind, from his mannerism to his way of speaking, the way he was holding the teapot to his posture, everything was going into her mind to make it such that she could find anything that she might be able to use against him, not knowing that she herself was imprinting everything of Austin to herself,
"What is it, master?"
Sabrina asked in a subservient tone,
"Your pursuers, they will be here in 10 minutes"
