"A demon," muttered Nikolai as he stared at the woman. An arm surrounded his neck suddenly as an intoxicated Lucas arrived. "Let go."
"You are so cold, Lyle," he said, looking flushed and reeking of alcohol. Nikolai sighed and turned toward the woman, but she was gone.
"I need you with something, Lucas," Nikolai had a sudden epiphany as he stared at the bastard. Lucas snapped out of his daze when he heard Nikolai's seriousness, and mana seeped out of his body.
"Anything," he said with sobriety gained through mana. "I never thought a proud person like you would ask for my help."
"The matter at hand is quite serious," said Nikolai as he looked around. "But we cannot be heard discussing it," as soon as he finished his words, a barrier of wind appeared around them.
"You can talk freely now."
