Trafalgar stepped off the circular platform as it came to a smooth stop at the top floor, the private quarters reserved for members of the Eight Great Families.
Just ahead in the hallway, Barth stood awkwardly, his eyes darting from one door to another. He looked like someone searching for a room without knowing the number, his hands fidgeting at his sides.
Barth turned when he heard footsteps. His voice was still timid, but there was a hint of determination in it. "Y-Yes… I'm interested in what you mentioned before."
Trafalgar blinked in mild surprise. This was exactly what he'd been hoping for, though he hadn't been sure Barth would actually come. "Good," he said, walking past him toward his own door. "It's this one. Next time, you'll know."
Barth followed, his steps hesitant but steady. "Thanks… and, um… excuse me for intruding."
