Eloise sipped the water before setting down the full glass. She turned to Damien and asked, "Are you certain you don't want any? You can have some of mine."
"No, you drink all of it," Damien replied, his gaze flickering to the other man at the table for a moment.
"It cannot be that you think it is poisoned because you wouldn't have allowed me to drink it. When you are ready, you may take my glass. I will not be able to drink all of it," Eloise whispered.
"Does it have an odd taste? Is that why you want me to drink it for you?" Damien asked, teasing Eloise.
"No, it tastes like water. What kind of water have you been drinking for it to have an odd taste? Aren't we a bit silly for speaking of water?" Eloise muttered, realising what they spoke of.
"I find our conversation to be more pleasant than others. I would rather speak about water than nonsense," Damien said, his gaze leaving Eloise to look at Cole. "Do you wish to speak to my wife, Mr Presley?"
