A Condition

Lazarus gave wine to Cain and then went back to sit on the bar stool. His legs dangling down, he looked at the door of the adjacent room that was ajar. A silly smile spread on his lips. He turned his attention back at Cain and Naomi who were both curiously peering at the door. 

"What are you looking at?" Lazarus asked and sipped his wine. 

Naomi and Cain jerked their heads towards him, snapping out of their stupid gazes. "Nothing, Lord Lazarus," Naomi replied with a pale blush. "You called us?" 

"Yes," Lazarus tilted his head. "You have heard about your father's wishes, haven't you?" 

"Yes!" Naomi bobbed her head excitedly. "And you can't imagine how happy we are!" 

"Of course, you are going to be happy," Lazarus smirked. "Isn't that dream come true for you?" 

Naomi's mouth fell to the floor. "No, it's not like that," she said sheepishly. "I am happy for Olya!"