"Drink, then."
"I am not thirsty."
She took my glass and poured the contents into hers, then handed it to me. "Now!" she said.
"Why?"
"You make me think of Monte Cristo: what terrible revenge are you going to take?"
"It will be upon myself: that of never forgetting you."
"One single sip!"
I accepted the glass and took one sip. "Now I have lost what I desired to retain—my respect. So long as I touched nothing at this table I held the advantage. My name is—"
She put her hands over her ears. "Don't!"