"You can be mean to me if you want to, I'm pretty used to it. Things go over my head all the time though, so I'll probably miss the joke," he remarks cheerily, shrugging both shoulders in a soft jangle of chainmail. Can't get him down, nope.
Hammered? Old colloquialism. Drunk. Shit-faced...He nods slightly, wary of doing so too enthusiastically; still not used to those horns.
"You sure about that? I've never actually drank alcohol before. Wasn't much point, back home. What if I have a thimbleful of some local brew and end up in a coma? You gonna take responsibility for that?" he asks, cocking a playfully warning brow. "What if I, like, die because my delicate butterfly of a liver can't handle it and my insides spontaneously melt?"
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Hammered? Old colloquialism. Drunk. Shit-faced...He nods slightly, wary of doing so too enthusiastically; still not used to those horns.
"You sure about that? I've never actually drank alcohol before. Wasn't much point, back home. What if I have a thimbleful of some local brew and end up in a coma? You gonna take responsibility for that?" he asks, cocking a playfully warning brow. "What if I, like, die because my delicate butterfly of a liver can't handle it and my insides spontaneously melt?"