Not even allowed a sip of water? So stingy?
Actually, Joseph is a very generous person. In his eyes, there's no concept of value or money. He can give you the most precious gadgets, but when he gets angry, he really doesn't want to let anyone have even a glass of water.
Atlas Hallow's deep, shadowy eyes carried a touch of amusement, his thin lips parted as a low voice with a hint of playfulness: "Didn't you say you don't like it? Then what's there to worry about? If you like masseurs, I can introduce you to one, and if you prefer tomboyish styles, they're not hard to find, right?"
"You seem to have a lot of experience with massage, and you know many people, don't you?" Joseph stood in front of Atlas Hallow, his narrow eyes slightly squinting. He almost scoffed at the past antics of Atlas and Joseph Shaw; he wouldn't stoop to their level.
