[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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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.