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Daemyn Taraias (ferretheir) wrote in watchers_rp,

Daemyn knew when he was being talked about, and Delyth and that other person were definitely talking about him. He just wasn't picking up on it as well as he normally would've. Instead he was putting on a bit of a sulk over being denied a drink. "Water, my dear lady," Daemyn protested as she told the servant he wouldn't take a drink. "Even I know better than to continue drinking after I wake up anything but sober." He paused, a nearly thoughtful expression on his face. "To cure a hangover is a different matter entirely." Would mentioning that it had been his sister's idea help? No? Probably not. Delyth seemed like the sort of woman who could pick a lie out and Daemyn wasn't sure if it even was a lie. Things got blurry after they finished the second or so bottle.

"Overgrown?" Daemyn laughed. "Lady Bamford, my little brother would surely appreciate hearing that." It'd always been a sore spot for Amadeo that he was shorter than Daemyn and their father. His grin was wide and amused at the idea of his reputation exceeding the infamous Lady Delyth's. "One can only hope!" As for the scent, Daemyn gave a shrug. "The origin was far from dubious, my lady. My sister only drinks the best."