Sephiroth nodded. “I see.” He reached into his pocket, beginning to sort through his house keys. “Well you will certainly find this lot interesting. Come back in a few hours.” He contacted Jenna via telepathy. *”I am going to the hardware mill to get some keys cut for our new maid.”*
With that, he stepped outside and got onto his motorcycle, the monstrous vehicle making a lot of noise as he rode away.
“Oh good,” Kalysto nodded. “Some red wines are bitter.” He poured himself a glass and sipped on it. “Mmm, it’s rich.”