Ravien slowly sipped his wine, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Asogi was still watching him. His gaze was distant, yet a faint hint of happiness shimmered in it.
He quietly placed his glass on the table, then grabbed the bottle again and poured himself another drink. As the deep blue wine swirled in the glass, he extended it toward Asogi. His eyes still carried that stillness, but this time, his voice was gentle—almost soft.
"Here," he said. "Have a glass. I've had enough already."
Asogi turned his head slightly to the side. The unexpected offer made him hesitate for a moment. He remained silent, but his ears twitched ever so slightly—a reaction subtle enough to go unnoticed, yet still tangible.
"Are you sure, father?" he whispered. "This is the last bottle. I don't really need—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ravien gently placed the glass in front of him.
"Just drink," he said calmly. "I'm going to the bath. Do whatever you want after that."
