"You lost."
Davy turned around to face the voice that spoke to him. He was not in the mood to hear anything that the man had to say. He needed to be alone. It was important for him to take some time to relax and get his mind in order.
"What are you going on about Zillon?" he asked entertaining the male.
The man walked into his room and closed the door behind him. He didn't want to be disturbed by Jason. What he wished to ask Davy was personal and only his ears should hear what the man had to say.
"You aren't the type to give in to people and yet with so little resistance you let Jason keep the painting. What is so different about him that makes you give in?" he asked.
Davy had not anticipated the man to ask him that. Of all the things that he could ever talk about, that was a subject that he never wished to touch. He could not even bring himself to think of how to start answering that question.
