[Oh, he's delighted by that revelation. Clever thing. Clever, damp thing, and Fenris reaches over without a second thought, scooting in closer as he grabs the bottle by the neck.]
Thank you, [overly enunciated as he bites the cork, pries it free, spits it out Maker-knows-where and sets the bottle to his lips. It is corked and he doesn't care, not when it only sends him higher; he swallows and tips his head back, grinning as the world spins.]
You will fit well in Antiva, the way you use petnames . . . though you might find not every man here will take to them so easily. [An idle comment, and not a personal one, as he adds curiously:] What other ones do you favor? Is that common in your world?
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[Oh, he's delighted by that revelation. Clever thing. Clever, damp thing, and Fenris reaches over without a second thought, scooting in closer as he grabs the bottle by the neck.]
Thank you, [overly enunciated as he bites the cork, pries it free, spits it out Maker-knows-where and sets the bottle to his lips. It is corked and he doesn't care, not when it only sends him higher; he swallows and tips his head back, grinning as the world spins.]
You will fit well in Antiva, the way you use petnames . . . though you might find not every man here will take to them so easily. [An idle comment, and not a personal one, as he adds curiously:] What other ones do you favor? Is that common in your world?