A Young Boy?
Davis lifted up the cup and drank the contents as he closed his eyes, enjoying it as he tasted every bit of the sour yet sweet drink.
To him, it vaguely tasted like a mix of something between lime and vanilla.
He gulped it in its entirety and nodded in satisfaction as he felt his energy circulating in harmony.
"Thank you, Natalya..." Davis uttered and gave back the cup.
It flew towards the plate that Natalya held and positioned on top of it. She bowed slightly showing off the demeanor of a maid as she went back and excused herself out of the room.
As Natalya went outside the room, her face revealed an astonished expression.
'He truly is a young person...'
After being a maid-like existence for Davis a month, she finally started to believe that this person was a youth and not an old man in disguise.