[ Rude as hell. Mat frowns at her, then pointedly retrieves his glass from the table to see whether she's left any drink. ]
I've never claimed to be bloody useful, either. [ There's barely anything left in the glass. He sinks back against his seat, weighing the option of ignoring her and getting a refill. Or demanding that she get him a refill.
There's no sense of urgency when he looks back towards her, though he does sound slightly suspicious — it's more good-natured than a moment ago, somehow. ] Just what?
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I've never claimed to be bloody useful, either. [ There's barely anything left in the glass. He sinks back against his seat, weighing the option of ignoring her and getting a refill. Or demanding that she get him a refill.
There's no sense of urgency when he looks back towards her, though he does sound slightly suspicious — it's more good-natured than a moment ago, somehow. ] Just what?