My heart sank when I heard Lucas's comment. His words seemed laced with an underlying implication.

　　To be honest, I didn't fully understand what kind of person Lucas was. My impression of him was built entirely on instinct.

　　Seeing my silence, Lucas smirked, leaned forward, and refilled my glass.

　　"Your gratitude depends on how much you can drink."

　　Realizing I had overthought his words, I felt a wave of embarrassment.

　　"Exactly. ...