"Here, take this." The old man flashed a crooked smile while holding out a dented stainless mug. "Don't worry. The water's clean. I boiled it."
Francis almost laughed. They still found small ways to enjoy what little they had, which was amusing in its own way.
It was different from the kind of individuals he dealt with in his past life, the ones who were always guarded, always hiding something behind their words.
"Thanks," he accepted the kind gesture.
He had been killing nonstop since coming to this world, so a short break wouldn't hurt.
Besides, it wasn't like he had anything better to do at the moment. Being hungry for more power was good, but one must also learn how to restrain themselves when needed.
'Control is power,' he muttered to himself before focusing on the coffee.
It was lukewarm at best. Thin. Bitter, like the grounds had been used more than once.
He drank it anyway. A long, slow sip. Let it settle before handing the mug back.
