For a brief moment, her eyes were shifted back in forth between Ulysses and me. She seemed confused as she didn't understand anything.
“Hon, what I mean is...” I trailed off as I tried my best to explain to her that she won't get annoyed and irritated at me. “Ulysses just brought a small bottle of juice. And I am so thirsty right now, that's why I can't share it with you. You should've drunk the coffee instead of asking me a gulp of my sacred grape juice.”
I know Ulysses brought a lot, but the heck, I wouldn't give her a drink of it, especially the blood of the chickens wouldn't taste good.
“Alright?” she whined.
Her lips move a bit as if she was trying to say something, but in the end, she purses her lips.
“Just have a cup of coffee Gee,” Ulysses commented. After a while, I can see f
