"...Alright then."
Arsene reluctantly said, "Any type of secret will do?"
"Not enough, add more."
Aiwass simply said, "At that time, Yue Lu will decide—you're not telling me, you're telling it. The kid loves this kind of stuff."
...Secrets, shame, guilt.
Meaning, black history?
Arsene hesitated for a moment, thinking hard for quite a while before he could barely remember a few secrets of which even he couldn't recall the details.
"...When I was very young... when I used to be a sailor on a ship," Arsene slowly began, "I accidentally discovered the mate smuggling goods onto the ship. It was Elven Dew, used to make Love Elixirs. He hid them among some rum, and I realized as I was carrying them that they were lighter than usual rum, and the sound they made when swaying was different, as was the center of gravity... so out of curiosity, I checked them out.
