John watched the item as it neared, a small groan escaping him as it stopped. "How wonderful..."
The last time he indulged in such a gift, he had a hard time cutting himself off. Granted, he wasn't pass out drunk... but his abilities and balance were definitely questionable... as were his motives.Â
His hand reached out to twist the bottle around a bit, inspecting the label and the color of the liquid within. He offered a nod as an approval, then carefully shoved it back toward her.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it, Grace." He smirked then moved his gaze back to his job, surveying the surroundings and making note of the comings and goings in the Wench.
The last time he indulged in such a gift, he had a hard time cutting himself off. Granted, he wasn't pass out drunk... but his abilities and balance were definitely questionable... as were his motives.Â
His hand reached out to twist the bottle around a bit, inspecting the label and the color of the liquid within. He offered a nod as an approval, then carefully shoved it back toward her.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it, Grace." He smirked then moved his gaze back to his job, surveying the surroundings and making note of the comings and goings in the Wench.
Raandal Bennett (Deceased)
