"Hey... Sven... Why didn't you make those cocktails for us?" Osvald asked with his eyes wide open looking at the glass.
Sven smiled weakly, "I already told you. It's a cocktail I invented and made especially for Wain. It also has a special name, the White King." Sven inhaled as he slid the glass toward Wain, "Go ahead, try it."
Wain took the glass in his hands, immediately feeling the coldness and the pleasant citrus aroma, but all these were minor details compared to the vibrations emanating from it.
'Sven's pure energy... Now he did the same thing I did with Felix, only in much smaller amounts, but why? Did he really just make a unique cocktail for me?' Wain muttered looking at the ice cubes.
Wain didn't think it was some kind of trap or anything, for he knew that Sven had ample opportunity to kill, capture, or kidnap him. Wain could not consider Sven his friend or close ally, but he was sure that Sven was not his enemy.
