[And in the wake of that rather pointed statement Julian gasps dramatically, flings up his free arm to clutch at his coat, directly over his heart. The sudden motion unbalances him slightly, causing him to lean against Geralt that little bit more.]
Are you casting aspersions on my ability to hold my liquor? You wound me.
[He says, though it's clearly a matter of theatrics, that beneath all of that he doesn't appear to be wounded at all. He allows himself to be led into the increased darkness of the alley, his voice dipping low now as he moves from a pretense at hurt to one of concern.]
And what's this now, leading me into dark alleys in the dead of night. Should I be afeard for my safety?
[But the crook of one thick eyebrow, the angle of his oncoming smile, all clearly indicate that he's teasing, that the gin in his system has obviously left him silly and playful.]
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Are you casting aspersions on my ability to hold my liquor? You wound me.
[He says, though it's clearly a matter of theatrics, that beneath all of that he doesn't appear to be wounded at all. He allows himself to be led into the increased darkness of the alley, his voice dipping low now as he moves from a pretense at hurt to one of concern.]
And what's this now, leading me into dark alleys in the dead of night. Should I be afeard for my safety?
[But the crook of one thick eyebrow, the angle of his oncoming smile, all clearly indicate that he's teasing, that the gin in his system has obviously left him silly and playful.]