[Estinien makes no move as Alphinaud talks, save for a slight affirming nod that may leave one to question if he moved at all.
Until Alphinaud shares that zinger, and Estinien finds himself letting out an ill deliberate sigh. Of course she would. If anything, he owes her nothing for this little break in. The wine's barely enough for what damage she's caused with this.]
no subject
Until Alphinaud shares that zinger, and Estinien finds himself letting out an ill deliberate sigh. Of course she would. If anything, he owes her nothing for this little break in. The wine's barely enough for what damage she's caused with this.]
'Tis naught worth fretting. I am in control.