Ivana Bennett shrugged, "Even if I were fifty years older, I wouldn't be interested in you."
Bill turned his face and looked at Phoebe.
"This doesn't seem like an easy task, Mr. Phoebe?"
Phoebe just smiled and sipped her red wine, "Things that come too easily never seem precious, don't they?"
"Indeed." Bill nodded in agreement.
"Gray!" Phoebe raised a finger, "Get Mr. Bill a drink."
"What would you like to drink?" Gray asked.
Bill thought for a moment, "Red wine."
Gray walked to the wine rack, got him a glass, poured a drink and brought it over. Bill took the wine and went to Phoebe's table.
"Or shall we talk alone?"
"It's okay, let's talk here." Phoebe glanced at Ivana Bennett, "I don't mind her hearing, or perhaps you don't know yet, she is someone I snatched from the Royal Palace."
Bill shrugged, "Looks like it didn't go as smoothly as expected."
