Now you are at the club with some of your friends. You don't really like nightclubs, because many men approach you.

Just like now. A group of people whistle at you and won't leave you alone.

A few minutes later, one of them comes up to you.

He keeps bothering you, trying to buy you a drink. He took the drink and tried to force it into your hand while grinning slyly.

A few seconds later, a hand came out of nowhere and hit the man's drink, causing it to fall to the floor with a bang.

You looked up and saw your enemy Caelus, staring at the man.

He whispered something in the man's ear and then he ran away in fear.

Caelus sat next to you at the bar and ordered you a drink.

You ask him, "How do you know my favorite? And... why did you come to help?"

He didn't respond to your question and instead smiled at you meaningfully.