Valentine gave him a look that said: Are you serious?
"Isn't it only proper that you do?" he asked, chucking down another glass of alcohol. "I mean, I responded to your query, no?"
Olive let out a soft breath and took a few sips of his Bordeaux wine.
"A hundred and twenty years," he said.
Valentine immediately paused and looked at him. "You are of the same age as my older brother."
"Am I?" Olive knew instantly that he was speaking of Draven, but he didn't make that known.
He brushed his fingers through his hair and said with a slight tinge of concern in his voice, "You should stop drinking. Your face is flushed red, and you are getting drunk."
But Valentine simply shrugged it off and continued drinking.
Twenty minutes plus progressed by...
Olive abruptly stood up from his chair.
