Don't worry. Much as I might loathe the concept of restraint out of principle alone, I do know a thing or two about discreetly knocking blades in public. [He makes a point of drinking first before he passes that bottle along, the taste of overwhelming spice hitting the back of his throat hard enough that he can smell it for a single, pleasant beat. Whatever he'd expected this evening to be (long, long before Fenris came stumbling into view, even), it wasn't anything at all like this.
And he couldn't be happier to be so impossibly wrong.]
To the roofs, I think. [Logic isn't his strongest suit at the moment, but there's still enough learned instinct in him that:] Less risk of running into trouble before we're well and truly warmed up.
[And oh, how his teeth ache for how much he wants to properly prowl— but that can wait. Front door swung open (held for Fenris, of course: he is a gentleman....at times), locked once more, and the tiny enchanted lantern slung just over his front door is given a quick, resounding little tap to knock it into letting out a steady glow.]
Have you...actually ever used a dagger before, or are you trying to lose to me on purpose?
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Don't worry. Much as I might loathe the concept of restraint out of principle alone, I do know a thing or two about discreetly knocking blades in public. [He makes a point of drinking first before he passes that bottle along, the taste of overwhelming spice hitting the back of his throat hard enough that he can smell it for a single, pleasant beat. Whatever he'd expected this evening to be (long, long before Fenris came stumbling into view, even), it wasn't anything at all like this.
And he couldn't be happier to be so impossibly wrong.]
To the roofs, I think. [Logic isn't his strongest suit at the moment, but there's still enough learned instinct in him that:] Less risk of running into trouble before we're well and truly warmed up.
[And oh, how his teeth ache for how much he wants to properly prowl— but that can wait. Front door swung open (held for Fenris, of course: he is a gentleman....at times), locked once more, and the tiny enchanted lantern slung just over his front door is given a quick, resounding little tap to knock it into letting out a steady glow.]
Have you...actually ever used a dagger before, or are you trying to lose to me on purpose?