Crowley nodded and took a book from the bookshelf next to him. That corner of the library was dedicated to the Bible. The copies of the Bible translated into all kinds of languages could be found there. The copy he took out was in Latin. He had long since lost his faith, but could it be that recounting the story of his past made him yearn for God again?
Opening the Bible, Crowley said, “Fine, then how about reminiscing about the past over a glass of wine tonight, like on that day?”
Ferid smiled and replied, “It would be nice to. But we cannot drink wine anymore.”
Crowley took only one eye off the Bible to shoot Ferid a glance and inquired, “"We”? But weren’t you drinking wine on that day?“