"Do you have a real body?" Claire asked when they were finally both drinking to wait for morning to come. It was only at noon that his father would come to bring his troops and they could go to the hideout of the vampires that Aaric said.
"Of course," Aaric replied, his face flushed red and it was an unusual sight for Claire to see a little girl less than ten years old, tipsy, holding her fourth can of beer.
This day is filled with the most unexpected things.
"Then where is your body?" asked Claire, trying to keep her tone from being too curious and not wanting to alarm Aaric.
Although Claire's common sense still couldn't accept a drunken little girl in front of her, but on the other hand it was also quite advantageous for Claire, because it seemed that Aaric was much easier to talk to when he was half drunk like now.