Hearing the question, a large grin spread across Devil's face.
Although he might be bloodthirsty, immorally bankrupt, impolite, and impatient, he wasn't a complete moron.
"Of course not." He declared, saying only the truth.
Given Michael's personality, he was bound to get suspicious if Devil were to offer him a drink out of nowhere.
The plan was to make Michael get used to the idea of Devil giving him beverages until eventually he dropped his guard, which was when Devil was to slip an aphrodisiac.
"I see." Michael's eyes narrowed.
"Then did you intend to do so in the future? If yes, I explicitly forbid you to sneak anything into my food or drink without my prior knowledge. The same goes for anyone part of our faction."
Devil's eyebrow twitched.
