[ Bastien can't always stop himself from blushing. It's a fault. He can, however, blush on command, which is what he's doing now. Sort of. It's more that he's allowing it than that he's entirely forcing it, albeit with a squint up at the sun and a moment of shading his face from it like it's to blame. ]
Half of the details will be plenty, merci, [ is a lie. ] Except about this perfect wine. About that I have to know everything.
A red, naturally. I have taste, thank you. [And a lingering affinity for the color itself, which he won't be delving into even as he slides his own stare sidelong to take in the sight of his companion.
Darling, you'll hurt your precious eyes like that.] Something bold, well-aged. Dare I say riveting, even.
The rest is irrelevant, though do keep in mind I'm dealing with a decent amount of coin, not an infinite supply. Something supposedly kissed by Andraste herself might be well out of the picture, I think.
That said, we could always lead the staff on a bit for a laugh first.
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Half of the details will be plenty, merci, [ is a lie. ] Except about this perfect wine. About that I have to know everything.
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Darling, you'll hurt your precious eyes like that.] Something bold, well-aged. Dare I say riveting, even.
The rest is irrelevant, though do keep in mind I'm dealing with a decent amount of coin, not an infinite supply. Something supposedly kissed by Andraste herself might be well out of the picture, I think.
That said, we could always lead the staff on a bit for a laugh first.
If we wanted to.