Sitting at the table, Tantalus marveled at the newcomer’s outburst, the bottle of wine and his cup vanishing therein.
Did you really have to do that? You could have yielded a single moment to her. The small voice from his lap remarked, mentally.
How could you ask such a thing? She came waltzing in like she owned the place! The only person at the table with enough money to buy this place out is me, I can't have her giving my future clientele the wrong idea. He replied, humorously.
In truth, she reminded him of himself, when he had first gotten powers. The ego that flowed from every pore of his being, a god in mortal form. Not befitted of a benevolent Pokemon such as Xerneas, however, so he had concealed that side of him as best he could. It was still prominent within him, certainly, but tonight it was on the back burner until the problem with Yveltal’s presence could be sorted. Focusing on the conversation was helping him to control the cauldron of vile emotions causing his skin to crawl, and he was, in a small way, grateful to the intruder.
Tantalus laughed, raucously, and reached into his knapsack and drew out a second bottle of Pinot Noir, placing it lightly on the table in front of him. Collecting one of his other glasses littering the unoccupied space of the table across from his plate, he poured himself another glass of wine.
“Did I strike a nerve, perchance? As I have explained already, had you at least had the courtesy to show up on time, Xerneas is no longer with us. His power is now mine, and I do with it as I see fit. What I choose to do with it is heal those who are in need, and i will leave the fighting to those more suited to that role. Regardless, you have entertained me, as I asked of you. Enjoy the wine, although I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t vanish any more. I only have one bottle left unopened to last me until I return home.” Tantalus raised up his wine glass, looking the woman dead in the eyes with a smile.
“Cheers!”