"It seems you've taken good care of yourself."
With mixed feelings, Thales arrived opposite Jann and pulled out an expensive armchair.
"Likewise," Duke of the Southern Shore didn't look at him and opened the bottle of wine from Sara Duchy on the coffee table, "Be careful, Your Highness, that chair isn't very comfortable."
Thales paused.
He patted the armchair, his expression turned cold, and he sat down without hesitation.
"How can such an expensive chair be uncomfortable to sit on?"
"Precisely because it is so," Jann poured two glasses of wine, his gaze meaningful as he watched Thales take his seat, "expensive things often are not comfortable to use."
"If that's the case," Thales caressed the smooth, warm armrest, feeling the leather's texture, and clicked his tongue, "I see you haven't thrown it away, though?"
Jann picked up a glass of wine and gestured towards Thales with it.
"As you said."
