"Hey, give us food. We need food. Lots of food. In return, I shall make you immortal."
Rui sat at a conference table, gazing at Prime Minister Edward opposite him with a serious expression. The older man simply gazed at Rui with a hint of bemusement in his gray irises. "That's not how heads of government negotiate with each other, you know? I'm not some common drug dealer selling weed here. Dignity is important for a ruler, remember that."
"Yes yes, very true," Rui replied half-heartedly. "Now, back to the food and immortality. I think it's a very generous offer. You should accept it."
The prime minister simply shook his head with a dubious snort. "If you think you're getting access to our food supplies that easily, I'm afraid you're mistaken. Immortality is valuable. But I have no need for it. I have longevity potions galore. Not to mention…"
