Gackt took a sip of the dark drink, letting the hot liquid roll over his tongue. Tilting his head to the side, his eyebrows knitted in concentration. “Cha…” he said, pivoting in his chair to look at the older man. “Did you…Did you spike my coffee?”

Cha smiled that Cheshire cat grin and winked at him over the rim of his own cup. “A good friend knows how you take your coffee,” he began, “but a great friend adds liquor.”