"You really are quite cultivated." Levin settled across the table, took a sip from his teacup and, just as Anatole had said, the tea indeed had cooled down somewhat, but it was still drinkable.
He motioned for the nun to pour more hot water, Anatole smiled and said, "There's no need for formalities anymore. I, unlike other Faith Gods, don't put on airs. I dislike speaking from a high position; it's just dull, you can't hear any heartfelt words that way."
Anatole, who used to be human, did indeed resemble humans more than he did gods in many ways, something both Levin and Daniel had noticed.
"Can I understand that you want friends?" Daniel picked up a piece of mille-feuille, took a small bite—these desserts were too sweet to eat too much at once or it would be sickening.
"Friends, true and reliable friends—yes, I want those kinds of friends." Anatole slowly nodded, his tone earnest, "Who wouldn't want such friends? Felix, Jonas, do you have such friends around you?"
