[Ah, damn-- he thinks it, but doesn't say it. Stands as quietly and unobtrusively as it's possible for a 6'4 redhead with an eyepatch and rather dramatic attire to possibly be, leaves the talking in Geralt's hands--
--which is, quite possibly, a bad idea. He may have managed it better himself, or at the very least wouldn't have said that. As for what to do now, this might all have been a bit smoother if he weren't somewhat inebriated and had been in the city a little longer, with enough time to get a more thorough understanding of where to push and where to pull, what exactly is and isn't expected of his role. He could step in and intervene but they may not take too kindly to someone of his social standing talking over or around those placed above him. He could just keep quiet and hope it doesn't get any worse, of course, and he does now wonder if the better plan might not have been to walk in like he owned the place, as though he wasn't a submissive at all.
Or just gone back to his place to begin with.
Alas, those options are no longer available. In the end he decides to take a chance on trying to smooth things over-- at worst, he suspects the only one who'll have to pay for it is him. And that's fine, it's always fine. He suspects its how he came to be in this position to begin with-- not arbitrary, but quite deserved.
He keeps his voice pitched soft and low, but answers all the same.]
I'm uh, I'm very sorry for all the trouble I'm evidently causing. But obviously one would wish to ah, to thoroughly make use of the goods in the comfort of their own personal space before knowing whether they'd be - that is, I'd be - a good fit for one's lifestyle. So we're here...to do that. And then make an assessment from there.
[And he smiles in a way that is intended to be disarming. Isn't sure whether he ought to prepare for being ignored or struck or shouted at, to get thrown out or be allowed to stay.]
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--which is, quite possibly, a bad idea. He may have managed it better himself, or at the very least wouldn't have said that. As for what to do now, this might all have been a bit smoother if he weren't somewhat inebriated and had been in the city a little longer, with enough time to get a more thorough understanding of where to push and where to pull, what exactly is and isn't expected of his role. He could step in and intervene but they may not take too kindly to someone of his social standing talking over or around those placed above him. He could just keep quiet and hope it doesn't get any worse, of course, and he does now wonder if the better plan might not have been to walk in like he owned the place, as though he wasn't a submissive at all.
Or just gone back to his place to begin with.
Alas, those options are no longer available. In the end he decides to take a chance on trying to smooth things over-- at worst, he suspects the only one who'll have to pay for it is him. And that's fine, it's always fine. He suspects its how he came to be in this position to begin with-- not arbitrary, but quite deserved.
He keeps his voice pitched soft and low, but answers all the same.]
I'm uh, I'm very sorry for all the trouble I'm evidently causing. But obviously one would wish to ah, to thoroughly make use of the goods in the comfort of their own personal space before knowing whether they'd be - that is, I'd be - a good fit for one's lifestyle. So we're here...to do that. And then make an assessment from there.
[And he smiles in a way that is intended to be disarming. Isn't sure whether he ought to prepare for being ignored or struck or shouted at, to get thrown out or be allowed to stay.]