[ It isn't, and he isn't really arguing; the comment's light and amused, and he says it at the exact same time he's checking his posture and correcting it, elbow included. Caspar tosses the dagger carefully, letting it spin once before catching the handle, all show and very little practical use. Less show for the fact that he's doing it to see if he can and paying very little attention to Nikos in the process, however.
He prefers swords. But swords aren't as easy to hide in your boots, and they're much harder to throw, and Nikos is good with daggers; so dagger lessons it is. He cants his head, giving Nikos a sidelong look. ]
I'm not sure I trust your judgment, anyway. Are you sure you can see anything properly from that far off?
[ He isn't that far off. It's just farther than Caspar would like, thanks. ]
tags this back even though we're in a game together now ooh lah lah
[Caught somewhere between wanting to stare fixedly at Caspar doing that stupid showy knife throw and wanting to roll his eyes out of his head at Caspar doing that stupid showy knife throw, Nikos instead opts to (surprise, surprise) take a sip of wine.
There. Better. Now he can properly answer Caspar, which is to say, fix him with a dry stare.]
I'm sure.
[Flat refusal, which he punctuates with another, longer sip of wine.]
If you don't trust my judgement, why did you ask me to be here at all.
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[ It isn't, and he isn't really arguing; the comment's light and amused, and he says it at the exact same time he's checking his posture and correcting it, elbow included. Caspar tosses the dagger carefully, letting it spin once before catching the handle, all show and very little practical use. Less show for the fact that he's doing it to see if he can and paying very little attention to Nikos in the process, however.
He prefers swords. But swords aren't as easy to hide in your boots, and they're much harder to throw, and Nikos is good with daggers; so dagger lessons it is. He cants his head, giving Nikos a sidelong look. ]
I'm not sure I trust your judgment, anyway. Are you sure you can see anything properly from that far off?
[ He isn't that far off. It's just farther than Caspar would like, thanks. ]
tags this back even though we're in a game together now ooh lah lah
There. Better. Now he can properly answer Caspar, which is to say, fix him with a dry stare.]
I'm sure.
[Flat refusal, which he punctuates with another, longer sip of wine.]
If you don't trust my judgement, why did you ask me to be here at all.