"Have you heard that one of our peers was found dead a night ago? It's been concluded that he drank too much and had a nasty fall, hitting his head," Zayne shared.
"You know this, yet you would continue to keep your home pitch black and get drunk? Do you not think it is time for you to allow the sunlight to touch your floors?" Damien asked, tired of the darkness.
"I know my way around my mansion. If you need, I can have a servant offer you a candle during your visits," Zayne suggested.
"I would take that candle and set your home on fire. One day, I am going to come here and find you dead. I'll send notice to your family and leave you be," Damien said, not wanting to get involved.
"You wouldn't. You care for me too much to react so poorly to my death. I wish all of you would stop thinking that I am trying to kill myself. There are just some days when I am not in the mood to be so lively," Zayne said, but there was more to it.
"Hmm."
