When Ivan started making faces, Darius tried to persuade him. "Come on, a sip won't harm. You have to give it a try, it's like—what do humans call it? Cranberry juice."
"It's nothing like cranberry juice and even if it was, I would never drink it," Ivan retorted.
"Even if someday your body craves it?"
"Not even if I am at the brink of death," Ivan stated before walking towards the stairs. "Make sure to clean the mess before leaving and next time, take my permission before breaking into my house."
"I am here to just talk."
"And I am too tired to talk, I have a meeting to attend tomorrow." Without waiting for his reply, Ivan made his way towards his bedroom.
…..
Upstairs.
As soon as he turned the lights on, Ivan gasped, "What the—when did you come here?"
Caressing the mattress, Darius smiled, "I like how soft this mattress is, where did you get it from?"
