"I can't remember the last time I had stitches put in."
That's not true. He'd sported a few at Ghislain when the whole company had been battered to hell and there were no healers to hand unless someone was actively doing their best to die. But it's been some time. Between John and Riftwatch's contingent in the clinic, one might argue he's grown somewhat careless with the ongoing security of his flesh.
"But my guess is that I'll survive the night. You?"
The look he flicks in John's direction involves a frankly restrained amount of arch eyebrows. There's something about the promise of a feather bed and the excuse to indulge in a late morning (and so miss one or two excruciating meetings with various members of Rialto's upper class) which softens the irritation of nearly being murdered in a back alley.
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That's not true. He'd sported a few at Ghislain when the whole company had been battered to hell and there were no healers to hand unless someone was actively doing their best to die. But it's been some time. Between John and Riftwatch's contingent in the clinic, one might argue he's grown somewhat careless with the ongoing security of his flesh.
"But my guess is that I'll survive the night. You?"
The look he flicks in John's direction involves a frankly restrained amount of arch eyebrows. There's something about the promise of a feather bed and the excuse to indulge in a late morning (and so miss one or two excruciating meetings with various members of Rialto's upper class) which softens the irritation of nearly being murdered in a back alley.