Darius had been losing his joy as the conversation turned to something he didn't want to talk to Zech about. He downed his wine and started another glass. He didn't want to get drunk, but he didn't want to be there at that moment. His face remained down to avoid Zechariah's eyes.

"Look at me, what do you think? I am a man who could only find a lover if they want my money, I have no charm, and no brains. I barely completed my schooling but I have no mind for business. My mind and heart is raveled into art. I am not a man who is good at talking to people, not even my own family. If I were a bit more of a shame, I'm sure they'd have started to deny I even existed." He frowned more and stared at his wine.