[ He's on edge enough to stiffen at the contact—and at someone unexpectedly entering his space—for a moment, a porcupine becoming prickly at the thought of danger, but after a second it registers that it's only Iorveth and he relaxes. ]
Oh.
[ Both at the realization that he's already become so paranoid at this minor threat that Iorveth putting an arm around his waist frightened him, and at the very logical idea that he'd been too worked up to think of, too busy berating an innocent employee. ]
—Yes, you're right.
[ The realization that he's been acting a fool (as Iorveth would say) dawns on him, and he seems to droop a little, hackles lowering. ]
What constitutes 'a handsome tiefling', in your opinion?
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Oh.
[ Both at the realization that he's already become so paranoid at this minor threat that Iorveth putting an arm around his waist frightened him, and at the very logical idea that he'd been too worked up to think of, too busy berating an innocent employee. ]
—Yes, you're right.
[ The realization that he's been acting a fool (as Iorveth would say) dawns on him, and he seems to droop a little, hackles lowering. ]
What constitutes 'a handsome tiefling', in your opinion?