He managed to - somehow - not spill when she spoke up, wondering if he'd gotten so distracted he hadn't noticed her or if it was acceptable to blame the fact that she was a Turk. Because that was clear enough.
"Fifteen," he muttered, scowling for a moment before he glanced down at the glass in his hand and shrugged, a slight twitch of his shoulders almost hidden by the folds of the scarf.
"I was just handed it."
Which meant he knew better than to taste it until he found out what it was. He wasn't that stupid.
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He managed to - somehow - not spill when she spoke up, wondering if he'd gotten so distracted he hadn't noticed her or if it was acceptable to blame the fact that she was a Turk. Because that was clear enough.
"Fifteen," he muttered, scowling for a moment before he glanced down at the glass in his hand and shrugged, a slight twitch of his shoulders almost hidden by the folds of the scarf.
"I was just handed it."
Which meant he knew better than to taste it until he found out what it was. He wasn't that stupid.