[The question catches him so off guard that he nearly spits. But that'd be a waste of a good dalmore, so he winds up choking on it as it goes down. Sure, it draws a bit of attention for a few moments but he's fine. 100%, totally fine. You'd think he'd expect something like that by now, but when it comes right for your throat like that?
Hey, universe? Mercy? No? Fine, he doesn't need no stinkin' mercy. Mercy is for c h u m p s.]
N-No-- Ah... No, but I... don't think I'd have refused him if he asked. He only worked out knots I didn't know I had and turned me into putty right there on the beach. Brought me to a cabana, and I did my best to return the favor.
[If he's looking a little more flushed in the cheeks, it's only because of the little coughing fit.]
Hand massage. That's, uh... All I knew how to do, and only because of that place in Wall Market.
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Hey, universe? Mercy? No? Fine, he doesn't need no stinkin' mercy. Mercy is for c h u m p s.]
N-No-- Ah... No, but I... don't think I'd have refused him if he asked. He only worked out knots I didn't know I had and turned me into putty right there on the beach. Brought me to a cabana, and I did my best to return the favor.
[If he's looking a little more flushed in the cheeks, it's only because of the little coughing fit.]
Hand massage. That's, uh... All I knew how to do, and only because of that place in Wall Market.