The room's temperature suddenly plunged to freezing, even Mr. Leo's smile was frozen.
"Watch your words," John Jeska spoke coldly, "Captain."
Andre grunted but kept his mouth shut.
Several people finally let out a sigh of relief, especially Fernando Leo.
John Jeska held the stem of the goblet, gently swirling it—after he completely lost his sight, he developed a technique to gauge how much liquid was left in the glass by changes in the center of gravity—suddenly he laughed heartily.
"What's the matter?" Winters deftly refilled his old superior's glass with Bull's Blood.
"Nothing," the Blind General took a light sip of the twelve-year vintage, "I never thought there'd come a day when I'd remind others to mind their table manners."
Winters chuckled silently, and even Anna couldn't help but smile.
The candlelight on the dining table became warm and bright again.
