[Innuendo wouldn't usually catch him off-guard, but considering the other man has seemed nothing if not reserved all evening there's a moment of surprise when the words come. Though Julian is quick to arch a brow, to smile his most incorrigible smile, and had he been left unchecked a moment longer the response Geralt fears will come would, indeed, have left his lips.
The look remains, but anything he was about to say is abruptly cut off by the next pronouncement, and Julian eyes his empty glass with something like bleary concentration.]
I'll profess I've lost count. But I calculate we need...precisely three more before we're really good and drunk.
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The look remains, but anything he was about to say is abruptly cut off by the next pronouncement, and Julian eyes his empty glass with something like bleary concentration.]
I'll profess I've lost count. But I calculate we need...precisely three more before we're really good and drunk.
[Never mind that he sounds quite drunk already.]