"It certainly has." He's in such a good mood that he nods to the bathhouse proprietor with all the dignity of a man who didn't just use the place for illicit sex. They head out into the night - relatively cool, after the damp heat inside - and Percy finds himself relieved that he doesn't see anyone else about. The town's quiet, this late, and it makes everything feel more intimate to him. "What sort of work do you normally take on? Bounties always, or do you handle other things as well?"
At this point, he's making conversation for the sake of hearing her talk. He's still a little punchdrunk from the whole evening - not to mention the usual version of drunk - and holding her attention has yet to lose its novelty. Given the choice, he'd like to know everything she'll tell him.
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Date: 2025-03-26 01:05 am (UTC)At this point, he's making conversation for the sake of hearing her talk. He's still a little punchdrunk from the whole evening - not to mention the usual version of drunk - and holding her attention has yet to lose its novelty. Given the choice, he'd like to know everything she'll tell him.
(Just how little that is, he doesn't yet know.)