บท 121: Clarity

[🎶 In The Air Tonight – Phil Collins.]

"ON THE HOUSE!" The bartender smiled and put up the two shots before Rafel. It slid on the gray porcelain and Rafel grabbed it with the offered napkin. "Thank you." He said. And the bartender smiled more—even though he was a boy.

"Your Eminence..." Rosa's quiet voice hit Rafel just as he turned to move out. He halted. She only used his formal title as Apollyon when she wanted to get a deep message across. Rafel turned to meet her gray eyes; her regarded her intellect and always listened to her. Rosa softly touched his arm. "...I know how much you want this, my liege, but play it cool alright; you don't want to spook her."

Rafel nodded and Rosa smiled amicably.

"Take a deep breath."