"Looks like you've been treating yourself rather well."
With mixed feelings, Tales came to Jann and pulled out an expensive armchair opposite him.
"Likewise," the Duke of South Bank said without looking at him. He casually opened the bottle of Serra Duchy wine on the tea table. "Careful, Your Highness. That chair isn't very comfortable."
Tales paused.
He patted the armchair, his expression turning cold, then sat down without hesitation.
"Such an expensive chair, and it's still uncomfortable?"
"That's precisely why." Jann poured two glasses of wine and watched him sit down, his gaze inscrutable. "Precious things are often uncomfortable to use."
"If that's the case..." Tales stroked the smooth, warm armrest, feeling the texture of the leather, and clicked his tongue. "Why haven't you thrown it away?"
Jann lifted one glass and raised it toward Tales.
"As you said."
The Duke chuckled and pushed the other glass toward Tales, gesturing for him to take it. His tone was profound.
"It's very valuable."
Tales did not answer immediately. He stared at Jann for a long while.
"Then I'll have to be especially careful." Tales leaned toward the tea table and casually, yet firmly, pushed the glass back. "Otherwise, if I break the chair by sitting on it, it won't be easy to repair."
Jann watched Tales refuse the wine, his gaze stiffening slightly.
"It's not impossible to repair." He smiled faintly, withdrew his hand, and raised his own glass without the slightest concern. Taking a deep breath, he said, "You only need to find the right craftsman."
Tales leaned back and silently watched Jann savor the wine's rich aroma. He gave a soft snort.
"If it's such an expensive chair, then no matter which craftsman repairs it, the cost won't be small, right?"
Jann swirled his glass, took a small