After Isabella left, Theo ordered, "Make me a cup of green tea." His werewolf - like curiosity was piqued, a departure from his usual refined tastes.
The servant stood frozen. "Green tea?" In the werewolf - high - society, where expensive and rare brews were the norm, this request was astonishing.
Theo’s eyes twinkled with amusement. "Today, I want to taste green tea. There's a new allure to it that I'm eager to explore."
"Ah, yes, of course."
The servant scratched his head, confused, and left.
A short while later, the servant returned with a steaming cup of green tea.
Theo sipped it, his expression one of enjoyment. "This tastes pretty good." His werewolf - like ability to find pleasure in the unexpected was on display.
He looked genuinely immersed in the flavor.
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