[he huffs like a petulant child at that, stares down at the gin bottle and it's remaining contents with a decidedly longing look. But Geralt's tone has something firm and final in it, and Julian always has been the type to respond well to words that are shaped like commands.
Not always graciously, but still.]
You're being ever so sensible.
[It sounds like a reproach, but in the very next moment he's flashing a somewhat sloppy version of his roguish grin.]
But I suppose someone has to, and it clearly isn't going to be me, is it?
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Not always graciously, but still.]
You're being ever so sensible.
[It sounds like a reproach, but in the very next moment he's flashing a somewhat sloppy version of his roguish grin.]
But I suppose someone has to, and it clearly isn't going to be me, is it?