Noah took a seat as Arthur gestured toward the grand living room's plush armchair. Just then, a maid brought in a delicate tray of appetizers, each small bite a perfectly crafted display of culinary art. Arthur smiled as he noticed Noah's curious glance at the spread.
"I hope the food suits your taste," Arthur said, his tone warm but observant, his eyes keen on Noah's reaction.
Noah picked up a canapé, taking a small, appreciative bite. He swallowed and replied with a polite smile, "I'm sure it will. This is already quite impressive."
The two chatted lightly over their appetizers, each taking the measure of the other through small talk, like the early moves in a game of chess. As the last of the plates were cleared, Arthur leaned back, looking Noah directly in the eyes.
"So, what did you think of the food? I want your honest opinion—no flattery," he said, a slight smirk touching the corner of his mouth, as if daring Noah to speak freely.
