Noah was in such a good mood that he took another bowl and scooped into the wok once more, his movements carrying the casual generosity of someone who possessed resources- someone rich!
He looked toward Alexander with a smile.
"Brother," he said, "you seem like you will have very difficult people around you to deal with in the near future. So take this to ease some of your stress."
He gave a sidelong glance toward Royal Law Tristesse as he said this, the gesture so casually insulting that it transcended normal disrespect and became audacious!
Tristesse's smile grew even more brilliant at the implied insult. She laughed.
"Haha, you arrogant fuck," she said, her voice maintaining that same dangerous sweetness. "Man, what is going on these days?"
She shook her head while breathing in and out with the careful rhythm of someone trying to control themselves. Every exhale carried with it the promise of destruction held back by will alone!
