[ Bastien nods, a grin still lingering from the first question but beginning to fade. Not all the way. Just to a fainter smile, friendly instead of entertained. ]
Always.
[ He doesn't mind sweaty conversation. He has his bag with him, a slingy leather thing meant to carry books and papers from home to the Gallows and back, and he ducks out of it to let it drop to the ground beside him. ]
Are you? [ And to head off a similar answer to his own— ] Last night, it seemed to get your skin a little.
thank you thank you
Always.
[ He doesn't mind sweaty conversation. He has his bag with him, a slingy leather thing meant to carry books and papers from home to the Gallows and back, and he ducks out of it to let it drop to the ground beside him. ]
Are you? [ And to head off a similar answer to his own— ] Last night, it seemed to get your skin a little.