"Fifteen, this is yesterday's bottle of wine." Phoebe's gaze landed on Fifteen's face once again, "Do you want to have a glass?"
Drink more?
Fifteen immediately shook her head, "Not interested."
"Really?" Phoebe swirled the glass gently, "But I'm very... interested!"
He deliberately emphasized the "nter" in "interested," adding an ambiguous tone.
Fifteen caught the hint of his ambiguity and gritted her teeth again.
"Then you should drink more!"
Phoebe's right hand gently turned the wine glass, his pink eyes narrowing as he gazed at it, seemingly observing the drip patterns on the glass, yet his eyes peered at Fifteen's face through the glass.
"Don't worry, I never miss out on good things, like gourmet food, fine wine, and of course, beautiful people!"
Fifteen tightly gripped the fork in her hand, then slowly relaxed and stood up from her chair.
"Ivana, Your Majesty, I'm done eating, enjoy your meal."
