Dining With Guests (2)

Beatrix Sprin looked at the utensils laid out before her, and then slowly smiled. 

She picked up the knife and fork slowly and cut the steak, as if she was going to put a morsel in her mouth but then stopped at the last moment.

She could feel the unwavering gaze of the host on her and she glanced back at him.

"It's not drugged then?" she asked.

"I think poison and drugs fall under the same category, don't you think?" Castor replied.

"On the contrary, poison tends to kill a person whereas drugs have various effects. You could say that this isn't poisoned but still be able to drug it, don't you think?"

"Ah, that's quite a sharp way of looking at things. But as much as I'd like to meet your expectations, none of that will be happening, Miss Sprin."

"I'm only here to look for my friend." Beatrix put down the utensils. "If you could give me information on where he is, then I will not be staying here any longer. That's all that I ask for."