The bard gave his lute another idle strum as the immediate response to the tinge of disappointment in his table-mate's tone, and quietly plucked out a few more of the notes of the ribald tune that the shattering glass had interrupted.
"The night's not over yet, my dear, and people are still coming in. I'm not sure whether or not you really want to see a skirmish go on up there, but if you're going to leap from your chair and go pounce upon one of the patrons, shouting some battle cry, do warn me so I can properly deny that we're together." He followed the sentence with a quick wink.
However, the open book caught his eye, and peering from under the brim of his hat, he took a quick scan of the pages, clucked his tongue, and lifted his chin to give the blonde a better view of him.
"It occurs to me that despite our more frequent conversations, I don't have much of a grasp as to what it is you do with your time when you aren't getting everyone plastered and turning heads. What's all that?" He said, finally nodding towards the book.
"The night's not over yet, my dear, and people are still coming in. I'm not sure whether or not you really want to see a skirmish go on up there, but if you're going to leap from your chair and go pounce upon one of the patrons, shouting some battle cry, do warn me so I can properly deny that we're together." He followed the sentence with a quick wink.
However, the open book caught his eye, and peering from under the brim of his hat, he took a quick scan of the pages, clucked his tongue, and lifted his chin to give the blonde a better view of him.
"It occurs to me that despite our more frequent conversations, I don't have much of a grasp as to what it is you do with your time when you aren't getting everyone plastered and turning heads. What's all that?" He said, finally nodding towards the book.
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."