Neither Gione nor Jun moved after Theron's words, but what tension there was could have been cut with a blade… not that Theron seemed to notice.
He was just smiling, and after a few seconds of them not saying anything, he shrugged and then reached for some grapes on the table.
"Ah, these are actually quite good. I found some higher quality ones in the wilderness before. Why don't you take a taste and tell me if you like it or not?" Theron held up the grape to Ayame's cherry lips.
The grapes themselves were quite large, probably twice the size of the tip of Theron's thumb. Just squeezing them lightly sent a ripple through them that flashed with violet and amethyst-like shades. It was almost like there was a stream of liquid purple swimming through its insides, ready to burst at any moment.
Ayame looked at the grape, then toward Theron. She seemed to want to bite his head off, but her expression was also much the same as it always was.
