"How boring." The calm voice of the man in white murmured in nonchalance. His reflection in the window of the dark night displays the emotionlessness he has towards life.
"I told you not to use those two humans. Look at the mess they made." A more elderly voice rang out from behind in the corner of this dimly lit room. This sentence sounds like a complaint, but if a person listens carefully. Nonchalance could also be detected along with tinges of contained excitement.
"But it was interesting, no?" Turning to face the visitor to this chamber, the man in white raised the glass in his hand as toast. "It's not as if we didn't get anything out of it. Look at the harvest."
Mentioning at the seemingly regular bottles of wine, the young man took a seat on the couch.
Mirroring his actions, the visitor also took a seat from across the young man. Eyes shining when landing on those precious bottles in which endless greed swirls within those ancient pupils.
