05-16-2020, 01:50 PM
Seven knew his own strengths. No point bragging about them though, “Just supposing,” he said with a quirk to his lips that suggested humor. He already teased at mock humility and the night was still young. Ephraim made a waterfall of alcohol down his throat. Zhenya was not as rapid a follower, but her glass was rapidly emptying while Seven’s was merely sipped. For good measure, he partook of his own. He didn’t guzzle like a greedy American, but he caught up with his hosts’ pace.
Ephraim’s hint at the past made Seven laugh. Given his previous contemplative demeanor, it was a sudden burst of merriment. “Three, four hundred years ago, they may have tried to burn me at the stake, but the attempt would not have gone favorably for them.” Contest gleamed his gaze.
He came to Ephraim as a favor gladly called, but the hints of purpose that were dropped along the way suggested dangers Seven did not often dabble. At least, not in a long time.
“I must agree with your assessment, Ephraim. Accidents befall anyone, but the consequences are dire should they befall one such as me.”
His head tilted, considering the options. “You’ve whetted my appetite, Ephraim. Let’s hear more.”
Ephraim’s hint at the past made Seven laugh. Given his previous contemplative demeanor, it was a sudden burst of merriment. “Three, four hundred years ago, they may have tried to burn me at the stake, but the attempt would not have gone favorably for them.” Contest gleamed his gaze.
He came to Ephraim as a favor gladly called, but the hints of purpose that were dropped along the way suggested dangers Seven did not often dabble. At least, not in a long time.
“I must agree with your assessment, Ephraim. Accidents befall anyone, but the consequences are dire should they befall one such as me.”
His head tilted, considering the options. “You’ve whetted my appetite, Ephraim. Let’s hear more.”