(From Demetrius's Perspective)
They discussed the plan in my presence again. The dinner went just like that. After dinner, Luc suggested that we should drink.
Luc, that brat, liked to drink a lot even though he was terrible with alcohol. That King Ford agreed for some reason as well. I was not worried about any of them. The only person I was worried about was my wife. She was not good with alcohol at all. She would get drunk very quickly.
"Wow, I have never been to a drinking party. We should definitely do it!" Blue exclaimed and I sighed. This was bad, truly bad.
"We can't?" she asked sulkily, looking at me.
"... I can give you his answer on his behalf," Luc laughed.
"Shut up," I snapped at him and then looked at my wife who was looking at me cutely. "... We can."
"He will agree with whatever Blue says," Luc muttered.
