“Should have known that Kell would be late to his own meeting,” the soldier said, sitting down at one of the tables near the center of the room.
“Indeed,” said the suited man. “I suppose his tardiness leaves us with a chance for some refreshment. I could so use something to drink….”
“Let me get you something,” Vin said quickly, jumping to her feet.
“How gracious of you,” the suited man said, choosing a chair next to the solider. He sat with one leg crossed over the other, his dueling cane held to the side, tip against the floor, one hand resting on the top.
Vin walked to the bar and began rummaging for drinks.
“Breeze…” the soldier said with a warning tone as Vin selected a bottle of Camon’s most expensive wine and began pouring a cup.
“Hum…?” the suited man said, raising an eyebrow.
The soldier nodded toward Vin.
“Oh, very well,” the suited man said with a sigh.
Vin paused, wine half poured, and frowned slightly. What am I doing?
“I swear, Ham,” the suited man said, “you are dreadfully stiff sometimes.”
“Just because you can Push someone around doesn’t mean you should, Breeze.”