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"perhaps for my timely one"

He admitted grudgingly. Yes, some classical music was ok in his opinion. Not what Hannibal was listening to at the moment though.

"for my untimely one, I'd prefer some metal"

He challenged, grinning.

"What compliment?"

he blinked surprised. If Hannibal had offered him a compliment, he had missed it. He tended to be blunt, a quirk that made him appear to not have any class.

Typical of someone with class. Hannibal appeared to be acting like a woman, and Joe was tempted to spike Hannibal's drink with the female potion. Instead, he watched Hannibal for a bit longer before speaking again.

"Well, if you're not gonna answer, how about we have a coffee?"

It was most likely, the one thing that would clear Joe's head up enough to realise that he was attempting suecide, not having taken the potions that would make him immortal and being drunk enough to approach the dangerous pony.

A smirk crossed his face as Hannibal accepted. He wanted to see if Hannibal's taste in coffee equaled his taste in music.

"Great. I know a quiet cafe. You'd like it, it's classy"

it was that soft spoken voice that drove Joe insane. It so did not match what Hannibal appeared to promise and in defence of Joe's nature, he had to find out if someone with such a voice could commit any cannibalistic act.

A knowledgeable gaze crossed Hannibal as Joe read what type of person he was, before answering.

"You're the type that would enjoy a real turkish mocca." He shrugged before continuing "Might be wrong on that one though, might be that you can't handle caffeine"

"I'm counting on it"

He replied, leaning into Hannibal ever so slightly as he brushed past him, lust sparking up in him.

A short while later, the two entered a dimly lit cafe, which, just like Joe had said, was quiet. Walking up to the counter, Joe turned to Hannibal.

"So, what'll you have?"

"The usual"

He spoke to the same girl, who smiled at him. Obviously, this was a place Joe came to a lot and felt quite at home with. It was also obvious if you knew him, that he had no desire in the waitress, most likely because he had already had a sexual encounter with her in the past.

"Irish cream.. you know.. that stuff you took from my pocket won't work with alcohol"

He then revealed. It was what Arioch had explained about them, though he strongly suspected that it would not matter if you had alcohol in your system or not. More than likely, and especially given the state of his mind at this point in time, giving Joe the option of gaining immorality without the effects of the potions was an illusion created by his friend.

"just letting you know"

He replied casually. It really didn't bother him that he wasn't in charge of the potions. If anything, the switch in them meant that he'd be stranded with drinking them, just as the plan had been originally, though more than likely, Hannibal would figure that Joe had planned to use the potions to seduce Hannibal, perhaps a date rape drug of sorts.

"Last you checked, you weren't at this cafe"

He assured Hannibal.