"Next time? No, there won't be a next time." Byron's eyes widened in alarm, his voice rising sharply.
"I can't afford your meals. This time, I'm only here because I owe you a favor."
He continued, "If this happens again, I definitely won't agree! It's best if we don't see each other again!"
Byron finished his rant and fled the private room like he was avoiding the plague.
"I've already taken a huge risk by not reporting what I know. A next time? Hell no!"
"Next time we meet, you drag me to a meal, I owe you another favor, and then I help you cover your tracks again?"
"In the end, you get away scot-free, picking up girls and showing off in Rivernorth, while I'm stuck carrying the risk of not reporting you and losing sleep every night worrying?"
"That's not how the world works!"
Byro
