"None." There's a shade of a smirk in his voice all the same. A terrible joke can still be somewhat funny, depending upon the context.
It grows into something a little closer to normal until the mention of whistling. Then, he scowls.
"How many times must I explain that is not what we are? Dorian was beside himself when he saw you stalk out of my tent last night. 'I can stand aside if it's true love' he says, The Bull looks at you and looks at me and asks if we can't bring you in to join." He scrubs a hand through his hair, more vexed than usual.
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Date: 2016-07-09 01:28 am (UTC)It grows into something a little closer to normal until the mention of whistling. Then, he scowls.
"How many times must I explain that is not what we are? Dorian was beside himself when he saw you stalk out of my tent last night. 'I can stand aside if it's true love' he says, The Bull looks at you and looks at me and asks if we can't bring you in to join." He scrubs a hand through his hair, more vexed than usual.