He smirks, looking so far away for a moment, but returning his gaze to me in a minute with a confusing smirk. "Okay. I will tell you what I want after I pass your test."
I nod my head slightly and resume nibbling my pizza, avoiding looking at him because he is being confusingly weird again. Whatever he wants after seven days, except what I think he is thinking, I will give him. Or maybe I am mistaken.
We eat the pizza in silence until we are both full. Despite my enjoyment of the meal, a pang of pity strikes me as I observe him. Is this the kind of food he survives on? Junk? Pizza, chicken, chips, and, of course, alcohol? I take a short cruise around his body, looking for any deformities. But then, as I glance at him, any concern about his diet fades away. He looks so strong, and robust
