Winters shrugged, no longer glaring at young Priskin, but rather unwillingly squeezed out a smile towards him.
Young Priskin quickly stood up, then under the Blood Wolf's gesture, swiftly sat down again. He nodded gratefully to the "madam," took a small sip of cold water, relieving some of his unease and tension.
Anna's gaze turned to the flyer on the small table, she gently reminded Winters: "Sometimes, people who ask for your help don't necessarily need it, they just want to show goodwill."
"He asked to borrow my printing press." Winters questioned: "Is that showing goodwill?"
Anna didn't answer, she just patiently looked at Winters with her beautiful eyes.
Understanding without words, Winters quickly grasped the subtlety within.
He pondered briefly, and finally smiled broadly: "Then lend it to him — friendship is always a pleasure."
"That's not enough though." Anna reminded again.
