"Callis continued savoring the steak on the plate. The taste, flavor, and doneness of the meat were perfect, just how he liked it."

Xanthus stood up and fixed his gaze on him. "Leave. Now."

"Callis lowered his head and continued to eat, unconcerned. Frustrated, Xanthus sent someone in to haul Callis away. "

"But when the servant saw Callis's imposing gaze, he didn't dare to come close."

Xanthus himself was not a fan of physical aggression. Who born with a silver spoon would ever resort to such unpolished behavior?

"They entered a stalemate until Callis finished his meal, placed the napkin on the table, cleaned his mouth, and headed upstairs."...