[L shivers as Hector leans closer, in spite of the relatively stoic front he bolsters his affected daftness with. Excepting Myr's chaste proximity some night, he simply doesn't get physically close to others. At least, it's been a long time, and his last few experiences have been less than ideal encounters. One ended with the severing of all of his fingers, and the others weren't much better.]
I'm not nearly drunk enough to tell you that.
[Drunk enough to laugh about it, though. So he does, with a couple of wavery chuffs.]
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I'm not nearly drunk enough to tell you that.
[Drunk enough to laugh about it, though. So he does, with a couple of wavery chuffs.]
Besides... aren't you the one teaching me?