"Do… you believe in fate, Adam, man?"
"…What's there to believe in?"
"Ah. Such wise words."
"Huh…?"
Adam glanced at Harvey, watching him with a slight frown as the man tipped another full mug down his throat. They'd only been there for half an hour, and Harvey had already gone through what was probably an entire barrel of the local mead.
"Why… aren't you drinking, man?"
Meanwhile, Adam hadn't touched anything—not the alcohol, not even the water. He just sat there, fingers tapping idly against the table, his thoughts clearly somewhere else.
"And what are you even thinking about?" Harvey leaned forward slightly. "Still stuck on that awa metal thing? Don't tell me you're serious about the BDSM idea."
"What? No." Adam blinked, shaking his head before letting out a breath. "Well… yes, but not like that. I was thinking we could trade for it. We've always had trouble containing dangerous Heroes. That metal would make it, well… easier."
