Ramiel had no reservations about his acting, but he knew he had failed to deceive Avas. He could feel his skeptical gaze on him.
"You and the sentiment? Are you sure you didn't poison yourself with one of the traps along the way?" - Avas muttered with some unhealthy suspicion and poured the amber beverage into a second glass. Then, he placed the drink next to Ramiel.
The former hunter squirmed in disgust and pushed the treat aside. He had no intention of drinking from something that had not so long ago been wiped with dirty clothes.
"Are you sure you don't want a drink?"
Why does he have to be so dense... - The former hunter groaned tiredly in thought. Avas was a good friend, but sometimes, he had trouble reading people's emotions and the atmosphere in the room. Psychologists and psychiatrists had a clever term for this phenomenon, but it slipped out of the former hunter's mind. He only remembered where it came from.
