"That man," he said, his voice low but carrying weight, "you shouldn't be talking with him. He is a fool, and meddling with fools will drag you into dogshit."
Eude let out a short chuckle, swirling his wine once more. "Nah," he said with an air of amusement, "he's just a lost pup. A pup who thinks he's a wolf."
He leaned back, stretching lazily before adding, "And the truly dangerous one isn't him." His eyes gleamed as he turned his gaze toward the night sky. "It's the one who's married to him. A cunning fox, she is."
Gales nodded in agreement, his expression remaining stoic. He had never underestimated Lilianna—few men who had crossed paths with her ever did so twice. She had a way of slipping through the cracks, bending situations to her will and making fools of those who thought they had control over her.
