The night had settled deeply over Angel's City, its glittering lights seeping faintly through the tall glass windows of Lux's villa. Inside the private bar, however, the world felt smaller, warmer, as though it belonged only to the three of them. The faint clink of glasses, the faint hum of the temperature enchantments keeping the liquor perfectly preserved, and the comfortable silence of old wood shelves lined with rare bottles set the mood.
Lux sat back with his usual refined composure, silver hair gleaming under the low lighting, as if even the shadows wished to frame him well. Adam sprawled casually in the armchair across, thick arms resting against the leather, his grin unrestrained. Nero sat between them, leaning slightly forward, crimson eyes reflecting the amber of his drink as if wrestling with something.
Then came his question.
"I bet you two must have plenty of experience when it comes to women, right?"
It was as if the air itself perked up.
