[He laughs, which is the most surprising thing of all. Not a full one, of course, but rather a chuckle, low and deeply amused, pleased at that bit of deft cleverness and petty revenge. Pleased, too, at the thought of this former slave learning how to take what he wants without flinching, embracing his freedom so wholeheartedly. Fenris pours them their drinks, something in him sighing happily as the scent hits him. Alcohol is alcohol, and he'll drink whatever he needs to in order to accomplish his end goal of getting drunk— but it's also rather nice to have something good for once.
His eyes flick down as they made their little trade, and yes, all right, he does notice that bit with his tongue. Not creepily, but vaguely, in the same way he'd noticed the gap in the barmaid's top last night. Don't read into it.]
Careful, now. You speak to a Hightown resident. At least note an exception in your judgements.
[Please. Fenris flashes a smile in the next moment, settling back with the joint. Ah . . . now, see, alcohol he can handle without a hitch, his tolerance built up over the course of years, but elfroot . . . well, there's always a first time for everything. Joint to lips, the tip flaring red as he pulls in a shallow breath— how overwhelming can it be?]
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His eyes flick down as they made their little trade, and yes, all right, he does notice that bit with his tongue. Not creepily, but vaguely, in the same way he'd noticed the gap in the barmaid's top last night. Don't read into it.]
Careful, now. You speak to a Hightown resident. At least note an exception in your judgements.
[Please. Fenris flashes a smile in the next moment, settling back with the joint. Ah . . . now, see, alcohol he can handle without a hitch, his tolerance built up over the course of years, but elfroot . . . well, there's always a first time for everything. Joint to lips, the tip flaring red as he pulls in a shallow breath— how overwhelming can it be?]