"My lord, are you okay?"
"I am," he said and then his gaze looked up at the valet, surprised that he was asking him if he was okay. Did he look like he wasn't?
"Do you have a lady you want to get laid with?" The valet asked again and Elvis's eyes furrowed tightly before the questions he asked him were accustomed to his brain.
"What?" His eyes widened at the realisation when he stared at the glass which still had a small quantity of the wine he had gulped down. "Oh, no!" He exclaimed out of breath, he looked at the valet, his eyes already becoming bright as an inkling of orange flame grew, he looked darkly at the valet and asked,
