They sat, they drink tea, and exchange words as time flew.
Moulin felt extremely uncomfortable and uninterested and he did little to hide it from the two people in his company. While Callun did his best to look presentable and friendly in front of the heir of the Grand Fraunces household, he snuck occasional glances towards the silent young man.
Moulin's lips twitched when he felt Callun's gaze upon him. He continued to sip his tea elegantly while ignoring everything around him. In his heart, he wondered why Maxille even bothered to bring him here. Moulin was never interested in the tiresome lives and circumstances of other nobles. Of course, he knew Maxille already knew that about him.
Then why was he called here?
A crease appeared between Moulin's eyebrows. He placed his cup on the saucer with a clink and lifted his eyes to stare at Callun.