[The sense of surreality is so big and bright and all-encompassing that it leaves him pinned in this unlikely situation, somehow unable to turn and walk away. There's a cold pit of dread inside him that opens up in the presence of the Count, something that only grows and deepens in the wake of the pat on the back, at the feel of a gripping hand curved around the angle of his shoulder.
This shouldn't be happening but somehow it is and he feels oddly caught up in it now (just like old times), so he allows himself to be manoeuvred back towards the bar, body stiff with tight-wound tension beneath the other man's hand.]
Um, I'm not...perhaps just ask for the strongest thing they have.
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This shouldn't be happening but somehow it is and he feels oddly caught up in it now (just like old times), so he allows himself to be manoeuvred back towards the bar, body stiff with tight-wound tension beneath the other man's hand.]
Um, I'm not...perhaps just ask for the strongest thing they have.