        “Look…” She leans over and, while your glass is still in your hand, tilts your glass down with her lips until some of the liquid pours into her mouth. She swallows it all, licks her lips, and looks to you with a soft smile. “See? Not poisoned. Do not be afraid, Jay. Can I call you Jay? I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, like I said earlier. I need you alive and well, and that’s what I’ll make sure you are.”