Azrael's amusement quickly faded from his face when he saw Ashelia flinch and drop the mug suddenly.
Her face turned a bright shade of red, but it wasn't in the usual endearing way that he had seen a lot in the previous hours, this was different.
His eyebrows furrowed. 'Did she hear them? How…?'
No, it was possible she was bothered by something else but his doubtful thoughts instantly changed as he watched her nudge her mug away slightly. She was clearly unwilling to meet his eyes.
A vein threatened to pop at his temple but he managed to keep his cool as he leaned back in his chair and forced a smile. 'It's a useless drunkard, no need to pay attention to him.'
"Are you done?" Azrael asked with a raised brow. "Surely not. You still have a few gulps left."
Ashelia shook her head slightly with a tight-lipped smile. "I'm already full so I can't drink anymore."
