Alessio did his best to keep a poker face, so he was back to calling him by his title. "I really meant the offer," He defended, sitting up.
Silvan didn't reply to that, taking his seat next to Alessio and undoing the buttons on his sleeve.
Alessio sighed as he watched Silvan somberly go through the motions like it was a funeral, speaking up despite his mother's words.
"You really don't have to, Silvan," He insisted, gray eyes drifting to the bottle of wine. Perhaps he should have drunk it so he could sleep and spare them both the awkwardness of that moment.
"I understand and accept your stance on the matter, so let's have dinner and call it an evening." Alessio kept trying to convince him.
Silvan rolled back his sleeve, his expression giving nothing away. He made no effort to correct Alessio that his hesitance wasn't due to his beliefs.
