[ Ciri waits a beat, politely, thinking he's going to offer his name in return. He does not, and continues on as if asking her and then failing to provide the same courtesy is a perfectly normal thing. She frowns slightly. Not the least suspicious person she's ever (sort of) shared a drink with, but also not the most. ]
And what sort of business is that, stranger?
The kind where you take people's names and give nothing in return?
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And what sort of business is that, stranger?
The kind where you take people's names and give nothing in return?