— I hope your sister doesn't get mad at me. — Sett said, putting his arm around Aphelios' shoulder. — For getting you drunk and all.
— She won't. — Aphelios said and Sett dropped his cup.
— You can talk? What the f-
— Oh, no. I can talk.
— And have a very beautiful voice.
— It must had been the alcohol. This is bad.
Sett was so focus on Aphelios' voice that he didn't noticed him panicking.
— I can't talk to her!
— To whom?
— My sister! I'm so fucked.
— Not yet.