Voldrak was calm, glancing through the notification once, even as his gaze was focused on Seraphi, who sat in front of him, and Loibart, who sat to his left beside her, right between them.
He had been surprised but, at the same time, had completely expected it, glad that it wasn't something overly sexual.
He could refuse and suffer the consequences, but he stood in enemy territory. A mistake like that was simply asking for flying vultures to descend on him.
"We should eat, yes?" Seraphi asked, and Voldrak shrugged, watching her clap her hands and order the servants to bring in the food, which was soon placed one after the other on the table.
A full plate was placed in front of him that smelled more fragrant than anything he had eaten in the mortal realm.
