Mavreth didn't feel like talking with Michelle in the barren hallway, so he took her to his office. "I won't offer you a drink," he said as he sat down.
Michelle smiled carelessly. "It would have been poison even if you did."
Not a sign of surprise appeared on Mavreth's face when he was seen through. "You now possess the poison element, so you would have been fine even if I did."
Sitting down opposite Mavreth, Michelle didn't show much reaction. "But I haven't yet had the chance to cultivate it. I still don't have immunity to poisons."
"Even so, you would have been fine." Mavreth was calm.
Michelle raised a brow. "Because of my blood?" She leaned on her hand, pressing her jaw against her palm.
Mavreth gave a careless nod. "So what proposal do you have for me?" He no longer felt like playing around.
Slowly, Michelle's purple eyes narrowed.
Her next words were surprising even for Mavreth.
