[Peevishly, though it's obvious that he's not being peevish with her so much as just... vaguely peevish with everything and everyone ever:]
That depends entirely upon whether or not my coat's been thrown away.
[It's not the potential loss of his coat that upsets him--though it's a beautiful garment and he's rather attached to it--so much as the potential loss of the objects within the coat. His journal and his Templar ring were tucked inside, and if he's somehow managed to lose those items-]
[He sits bolt upright and has to wince as the sudden movement stresses the wound in his shoulder.]
[His bracer. The hidden blade. It's not on his arm, so where is it?]
[Through gritted teeth, trying to smooth his way through this:]
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That depends entirely upon whether or not my coat's been thrown away.
[It's not the potential loss of his coat that upsets him--though it's a beautiful garment and he's rather attached to it--so much as the potential loss of the objects within the coat. His journal and his Templar ring were tucked inside, and if he's somehow managed to lose those items-]
[He sits bolt upright and has to wince as the sudden movement stresses the wound in his shoulder.]
[His bracer. The hidden blade. It's not on his arm, so where is it?]
[Through gritted teeth, trying to smooth his way through this:]
Let's find my things now, shall we?