That night, Khal and Devion realized just how stubborn Ayen could be. This made them look at him in a new light. Perhaps Ayen was also realizing this about himself.
"That's your fifth can," Devion pointed out, hesitating whether to give Ayen another.
Ayen was already a mess in his first can of beer, and now he could barely be communicated with. He was insanely drunk by this time.
"I want more..." Ayen pursed his lips, looking pitiful as he looked at the can in Devion's hand. There was still moisture on his lips, making them glimmer enticingly.
Devion subconsciously gulped, looked away, and met Khal's gaze, who was watching him. "What?" He shot an eyebrow at him. "Should we give him another?"
They could not figure out if this was still the backlash talking or the drunk Ayen.
"Why not?" Khal motioned for him to give the can. "He wants it."
Devion had no choice but to give the can into Ayen's waiting hand. He quickly snatches them and drinks a mouthful.
