Ollie fumbled his glass, almost dropped it, and looked up at Borr -- licking his lips, as he did. It was on his upper lip, thoughtlessly so, and he cocked his head to consider the other man as he set the drink back down.
"Do it...now?" He'd go, probably, if Borr pushed, but he had a drink and a half in him now. Maybe not the wisest choice.
iloveyoudie
Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2015 9:14 pm
"Not now!" He laughed at that and the sound seemed to bounce off the stone walls. "But the immediate future. Perhaps. Soon?"
He shook his shaggy head. "How well would you fare with two flagons in you, I wonder?" Another chuckle. "Perhaps I can lull them to sleep with my dulcet melodies.."
He reached for a lute which looked small in his large hands, and plucked a few strings before stopping. Apparently Borr as a bit of a renaissance man when it came to hobbies.
Borr could play while Ollie drank, fuzzy and somewhat distracted by the end of it, thinking about what they might be able to do -- and then, all at once, glass emptied, he stood up. It was decisive going to wobbly, surprised by how his body didn't quite respond the way he was used to, absently rubbing his fingertips together.