Nero licked the last crumbs from his fingers, his stomach finally full for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
The food had been simple, nothing extravagant, just bread, cheese, and some kind of stew made from dried meat that tasted faintly of herbs and salt, but it might as well have been a feast fit for kings given how he had been living.
Doctor Lyon sat across from him in a chair, his dark eyes watching Nero with that same calm, measuring gaze. The room was quiet now, and the atmosphere had shifted into a much heavier state.
Lyon leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the curve of the backrest of the chair, his fingers steepled together which he placed his jaw on.b
"So Nero," he said, his voice carrying that clinical quality again,
"Now that you've had your fill, I think we should have a talk."
Nero wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and nodded slowly.
"About what?"
"About what you've agreed to," Lyon replied.
