Ah- [Alistair stumbles a little. He's not dumb - he knows that happens in taverns a lot. Has seen plenty of drunken fumbling in corners the times he's been to one. But it's still not a thought they need to be dwelling on. Pausing at the top of the stairs he turns to face her, hand pressed to his heart and a hopeful smile on his face.] You have my word if you drink too much the only thing I'll take you home for is to put you to bed. Alone.
[And he'll do his best not to make Mystique have to try and carry him home - or back to his room really. He weighs a bit more than her and if it turns out she can move him when he's a useless dead weight he'll just be embarrassed. And impressed.]
But I don't think you have much to worry about. Most of the women I know can drink me under the table. That's including the one old enough to be my grandmother.
[Maybe not such a surprise given her earlier comment about girly drinks.]
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[And he'll do his best not to make Mystique have to try and carry him home - or back to his room really. He weighs a bit more than her and if it turns out she can move him when he's a useless dead weight he'll just be embarrassed. And impressed.]
But I don't think you have much to worry about. Most of the women I know can drink me under the table. That's including the one old enough to be my grandmother.
[Maybe not such a surprise given her earlier comment about girly drinks.]