Borin didn't hesitate.
"Of course," he said with a broad, careless grin, waving a heavy hand toward the empty seat. "Sit, sit. And let's get another bottle while we're at it. Trafalgar's paying today."
Trafalgar didn't react outwardly. He simply lifted his glass slightly in acknowledgment.
Selendra's lips curved faintly. "Is that so?" she asked, already moving. "Then I won't refuse."
She took the seat with unhurried grace, crossing her legs smoothly as the chair settled beneath her. The low mana barrier around the table hummed softly, sealing the space once more. Borin, clearly past the point of caution, raised his hand and flagged down a waiter, slurring a request for another bottle before Trafalgar could object—or choose to.
Not that he would have.
Trafalgar studied Selendra quietly. This wasn't a casual greeting. Not from someone like her. He adjusted his posture slightly, letting his shoulders relax while his thoughts sharpened. 'What do you want?'
