[Both of his eyes narrow, though there is a decided lack of the usual vitriol in them. He would blame it on the alcohol, since he's fairly certain he is still slightly tipsy even if the cool water of Lotus Pier sort of smack some sobriety back into it.
The question gets his expression to drop, and he pauses in opening his mouth. He realizes almost immediately what a terribly loaded question this is--Huaisang?
For once, it takes him a moment or two of debate.]
...It does. [WHAT DOES HE SAY. He's stupid.] Is it... comfortable?
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The question gets his expression to drop, and he pauses in opening his mouth. He realizes almost immediately what a terribly loaded question this is--Huaisang?
For once, it takes him a moment or two of debate.]
...It does. [WHAT DOES HE SAY. He's stupid.] Is it... comfortable?