[Unlike the rest of his compatriots, he had no intention of pointing out that bruise on Alcuin's head. His own are just as yellowing, after all, it's not really a thing. Neither is being scandalized by the poem either, though he very well could be. It's...well, it's sexy. Almost uncomfortably so, to be hearing in public.
He's well read in Byron, in Shelley, in Casanova, but those are all within the privacy of his own home. Still, it's more exciting than it is scandalizing, so he raises an eyebrow and, for a moment, has a hint of a smirk. Still too sober and too sore to be truly pleasant, but he's fallen far off of the withdrawal wagon, enough to not give a damn about rationing his wares well anymore.
He whistles.]
Alors, now that was a poem. I can see why they were banned.
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He's well read in Byron, in Shelley, in Casanova, but those are all within the privacy of his own home. Still, it's more exciting than it is scandalizing, so he raises an eyebrow and, for a moment, has a hint of a smirk. Still too sober and too sore to be truly pleasant, but he's fallen far off of the withdrawal wagon, enough to not give a damn about rationing his wares well anymore.
He whistles.]
Alors, now that was a poem. I can see why they were banned.