Viscount Scuvila did not refuse Annan's proposal and told him his name.
"Exactly Orrme." Annan gave him the alias he was using for this venture.
The succubus by the counter watched enviously. When she had tried to strike up a conversation earlier, she had been told to get lost. Yet this fellow had said just a few words, and the vampire was treating him like a teacher—
"Viscount Scuvila, I won't interrupt your tasting any longer. Have a wonderful evening." Annan raised his glass, drained it, and returned to the Four-Handed Bee Demon.
"Taken care of," he said lightly.
"Thirty silver coins," said the Four-Handed Bee Demon.
"That's all? Fine by me." Annan did not mind. It had hardly taken any effort.
"You owe me money." The Four-Handed Bee Demon looked down at Annan's outstretched hand. "Do you know how hard it is to get fruit in here?"
"You're charging me for that? I just solved a problem for you."
"Solving a problem is one thing. Paying for what you order is another." The Four-Handed Bee Demon stood firm, sounding more like a devil than ever.
"Fine. Take it out of my incubus sidekick's pay."
Annan was not about to reach into his own pocket. True, he had taken nearly half a bag of gold coins from Rus... but once money landed in his hands, it was his. Why should he spend his own money doing someone else a favor?
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the succubus watching him enviously. He looked her up and down, then raised an eyebrow. "Want to learn? I'll teach you."
"Incredible. A succubus with such extensive knowledge of vampires. This tasting trip was well worth it."
Viscount Scuvila continued speaking to the Magic Stone. He had no fondness for