“I do not drink caffeine, Delalieu. Why do you always insist on having it served at my meals?” “I suppose I always hope you will change your mind, sir.” I look up. Delalieu is smiling that strange, shaky smile. And I’m not entirely certain, but I think he’s just made a joke. “Why?” I reach for a slice of bread. “I am perfectly capable of keeping my eyes open. Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.”
Bro just roasted me
