[ There's something frenetic about Roy's attempt to inject levity into his responses: he doesn't mean to be mocking or facetious, not really. But it's easy to fall back upon that when even his usual gloomy self-appraisal is made infinitely worse in comparison to the white spire of an elf (an elf!) beside him.
He takes a clumsy gulp from the goblet before him, swallowing once, twice, convulsively. It tastes like something too rich for the likes of him, burning a sweet line of flame down into his stomach.
The question is meaningless — Roy answers it with an inelegant shrug. ]
Well, at least you don't have to worry about him mistaking me for you. Never know what I could've used the filial piety of an elven prince to accomplish. [ But the words are accompanied by a wry grin, soft enough for his hesitation to lie bare-faced for perusal. Sympathy would be facetious to offer, in this case, where they are strangers at best - better to take humor in hand, instead. ]
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He takes a clumsy gulp from the goblet before him, swallowing once, twice, convulsively. It tastes like something too rich for the likes of him, burning a sweet line of flame down into his stomach.
The question is meaningless — Roy answers it with an inelegant shrug. ]
Well, at least you don't have to worry about him mistaking me for you. Never know what I could've used the filial piety of an elven prince to accomplish. [ But the words are accompanied by a wry grin, soft enough for his hesitation to lie bare-faced for perusal. Sympathy would be facetious to offer, in this case, where they are strangers at best - better to take humor in hand, instead. ]