[ Something close to derision edges into his voice. His lip curls. ]
No. That is not-- [ But it dies, quickly. Bariyan sighs. Never mind. His own bitterness can be put off until later. He shakes his head as he sticks both hands into his pockets, and finds that he has to increase his own pace in order to keep up with the other man. ] We're getting you another drink.
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No. That is not-- [ But it dies, quickly. Bariyan sighs. Never mind. His own bitterness can be put off until later. He shakes his head as he sticks both hands into his pockets, and finds that he has to increase his own pace in order to keep up with the other man. ] We're getting you another drink.
[ Or another ten, as the case may be. ]