"Your wife is coming with me…?" Nobuntu asked, frowning sceptically. They were nearing the end of the evening, and after simply talking for a while, Erik decided to share his plans with her. "Is it really necessary to have someone keep an eye on me, when I already cannot defy your orders?"
Over the course of the evening, her tone had become warmer, but now some chill crept back into her voice. They still sat on the room's sofas, across from each other. Erik, leaning back comfortably, Nobuntu, still trying to keep some grace in the way she sat.
Erik chuckled and sipped his drink. He'd shared some of the alcoholic drinks Emma created for him, and was delighted with the effect they'd had on Nobuntu. It'd noticeably loosened her up when talking about her life.
