It's the same sort of dry response he would normally given to such comments. Even if he isn't entirely feeling himself in terms of arid humor and witty comebacks.
He looks to the cup and then to Steve. He might well be self sacrificing for the sake of Inej but he isn't entirely one to see to the needs of others beyond that.
He lifts the cup, carefully taking a sip. Not because he doesn't want more, but that he knows how the stomach will react if he drinks too much, too fast and then it would be wasted.
"Which one are you?"
A brow arches, giving Steve a long, hard look even as he takes another sip. Wary and uncertain as he takes in the Fjerdan looks, the kind that would have had many a Barrel girl tripping over themselves to offer him a smile. Hmph.
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It's the same sort of dry response he would normally given to such comments. Even if he isn't entirely feeling himself in terms of arid humor and witty comebacks.
He looks to the cup and then to Steve. He might well be self sacrificing for the sake of Inej but he isn't entirely one to see to the needs of others beyond that.
He lifts the cup, carefully taking a sip. Not because he doesn't want more, but that he knows how the stomach will react if he drinks too much, too fast and then it would be wasted.
"Which one are you?"
A brow arches, giving Steve a long, hard look even as he takes another sip. Wary and uncertain as he takes in the Fjerdan looks, the kind that would have had many a Barrel girl tripping over themselves to offer him a smile. Hmph.