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"I guess I can be happy with that as long as one of those faces is mine," Cyril responds with a smirk.

The man who had been listening to them stands then, and comes over to their table.

"Did I hear right that you two are with the Inquisition?" he asked, his voice slurring a bit.

Whatever Sam was planning on saying goes unsaid, his words dying off as he turns to regard the man slightly swaying at the edge of their table. He makes note of Adriano excusing himself from the table then and walking away - the employees rather not get involved in any squabbles after all.

"And if we did?" At saying that Sam shifts his an arm to rest on the table a bit more fully in front of Cyril, clearly on edge and expecting something; this is not the first time he's run into someone asking that question.

"And what makes you think you can come in here with your knife ear slut and act like you belong? If he's not selling is wares here, you two should see yourself back to the mage prison where you belong."

Cyril is too drunk for this, and just sort of blinks a few times in surprise.

He certainly expects something from the man - harsh words, perhaps a fist - but it is a bit more then what he is expecting. As soon as 'knife ear' leaves the man's mouth, Sam's chair screeches back an inch before halting, seeming to remember himself.

More like remembered where he was at; the Blooming Rose did not allow violence. As much as the man deserved it, Sam didn't feel like being kicked out either and being barred to come back. Course push come to shove he wouldn't lose sleep over it.

Sam's teeth clench behind his lips. "You will not call him that, and you have no right to tell us where we belong, serah. We have every right to be here. So kindly. Back. OFF. and enjoy your drink away from us." He's really trying to use his words here.

"That's just it, isn't it? You Inquisition types think you have the right to everything. For all we know, you're the ones who opened the sky and you might just tear it open again and drag all of Kirkwall into the Fade." The man isn't backing down, not even when Sam - who is impressively shaped - stands. He's drunk, angry, and frustrated over lack of coin to use up his energies more productively. "We've had enough trouble here. We don't need you and your demons and savages bringing us back down."

The situation seems to have caught up with Cyril. He regrets drinking so much and letting it make him slow and stupid. There's a reason he usually avoids the stuff.

He reaches out and touches Sam lightly. "Let's just go. We can pay and let the staff and their guests be."

"We're also guests," he chews out in annoyance, which is in no way directed at Cyril in the least, but it's clear Sam is on his last threads when it comes to these matters. More so because Cyril was with him - on his own it was easy to ignore these, but he got protective over friends and loved ones.

He stares at the other man hard for a moment then lets out a sigh and turns his eyes to Cyril. "Fine, let's go." He offers a hand to help Cyril up, not sure how he was on his feet after having drank.

The man seems satisfied at having bullied them out, but will likely find that the staff here isn't too keen on serving him for the rest of the night.

Cyril, instead, makes sure they pay and then wraps his arm around Sam's arm as they leave. He's very quiet as they walk, almost deflated.

Sam is equally quiet as they walk, unhappy with the way their evening had been interrupted; he had wanted Cyril to be someplace where he could enjoy himself and be at ease.

After a while - "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," Cyril says after a moment, but he doesn't look or sound very sincere. Then, after a moment, he smiles.

"I liked seeing you come to defend me. You're so dreamy sometimes, Sam. I can't believe I found you."

Considering how Cyril sounded a moment ago, Sam isn't sure how sincere the smile is, which is fine, he's equally unhappy about what happened. The words though do sound like Cyril means them - course Cyril always found a way to compliment him.

After looking at Cyril, Sam seems lost in thought for another moment, seeing something that wasn't actually there. When he comes back he pulls his arm away so that he can slide it across Cyril's back and wrap it around his hip. "Always. I'll always come to defend you."

Cyril noticeably relaxes when Sam wraps his arm around him. It's probably very predictable, but Sam's arms always help him feel safe. There are moments where he can't believe he's so lucky as to be with someone like Sam - someone so kind and strong.

"Mmm, I'll do the same for you," Cyril promises. His cheeks feel warm from the drink and so do the tips of his ears. "I'll stick an arrow in anyone who tries to seriously hurt you. That guy was a jerk though, maybe not worth a whole arrow."

"He isn't worth an arrow at all. Maybe a good punch to the face... but even then most of them aren't even worth that." He sighs, slowing his pace down a bit so he can look at Cyril better. "I appreciate the sentiment though."

There's a pause as he considers the red on Cyril's cheeks and his ears. "So. Am I the first to see you drink in a while?" He grins.

"Uhhhh," Cyril considers them for a moment. "I drank a bit in front of Iskandar... before, well...." He trails off, and tries to pretend like it's not big deal that Iskandar is no longer around.

"But not like this. Not drunk. And I am drunk aren't I? Wow..."

He definitely tries. Sam has known that Iskandar's leaving had affected Cryil in some way, considering it had bothered him as well, but it's easier to tell now. Perhaps it was because of the drink?

Sam chuckles lightly. "You are most certainly intoxicated, but I wouldn't say drunk. Least not what I would consider drunk. You're still pretty well collected."

Cyril chuckles a bit. "Alright. Intoxicated then," he replies and grins up at Sam. "Thought that could just be because I'm with you. You're rather intoxicating."

Sam gives a bark of laughter. "Yeah, definitely not drunk. You would say that even if you were sober." Among other things.

"Just because I'm a little under the influence now doesn't stop the truth that you're beautiful from being true," Cyril pointed out as if that made all of the sense in the world.

"Maybe, but it's so hard to tell if that drink did anything at all to you." What happened before was still nawing at him, but so long as Cyril seemed like he was still having a good time he could put it past him for now.

Cyril was mostly doing the same thing he always does, pretending something that bothered him doesn't bother him at all.

He sighs a bit and leans into Sam. "I think it made me feel very warm, and vulnerable."

Clearly something they shared in common, which they both were doing at the moment.

"Hm," he hums in confirmation. "I know the feeling. Why I don't really drink, and even when I do not very much." A pause. "Except that one time, and it wasn't much. Korrin had that mok-la-something her group sent. Put me right on my ass." More like knocked him out, but still.

Cyril chuckles softly. "Oh man, I would never even be able to down anything a Tal-Vashoth gave me..." Except maybe Taas, who understands his limits all too well.

Man, apparently tonight is for thinking about people he misses. Without realizing it, his hand moves to wear he wears the piece of dragon tooth under his clothes.

Sam makes a face. "I didn't even down it... I don't even think I got to half of what she gave me. And it didn't even taste that great from what I remember."

Even as he tries to remember the details about that time Sam notices Cyril grabbing at his chest. "Are you alright?" he asks with concern, coming to an abrupt stop to look at Cyril better. Considering he doesn't see the necklace to him the motion could indicate chest problems.

Cyril chuckles a bit. "Oh, yeah. I just... talking about this reminds me of Taas." He reaches for the chain and untucks the necklace. The small chunk of dragon tooth sits at the end along with the silver ring he stole from Sam so long ago.

"Ah." That's right, Cyril did have that necklace whenever he went out, Sam just had a habit of forgetting about it since it was hidden so often.

From time to time he thought of Taas as well, but it didn't weigh on him as much as it did Cyril considering his relationship with the Qunari hadn't been the same. Course seeing the tooth and his ring sitting side by side around Cyril's neck at the moment was bringing back a particular memory of the three of them, one that had Sam looking away to cover up a 'cough' and a tinge of red across his cheeks.

"I suppose it would. Now that I think about it... I haven't kept up with the sign language since."

"We should practice together," Cyril points out. "We could use it around your house."