[Dean knows himself for a fool, and worries anyway, though he's put the lightest possible face on it he can. He's joking, anyway, and the Marquis's response only makes that easier: smirk at what could never happen, the ridiculousness of it, the humor.
He won't pout. And he wouldn't have thanked him and he doesn't now. He drinks again and nods, offers characteristic cocky arrogance for the more elegant, practiced version of it that de Carabas has claimed as his.]
Well, you learned from the best, after all. I suppose that counts for something.
[ Spam ]
He won't pout. And he wouldn't have thanked him and he doesn't now. He drinks again and nods, offers characteristic cocky arrogance for the more elegant, practiced version of it that de Carabas has claimed as his.]
Well, you learned from the best, after all. I suppose that counts for something.