[ Grantaire stirs, giving an undignified snort as he swats at Lucy’s hand. ]
Away with you, Aigle de Meaux, unless you intend to refill my cup.
[ Without looking, he pushes his empty glass to the edge of the table, though not with enough force to send it crashing to the floor. As he reaches up to push the disheveled mass of curls from his eyes, he blinks, dumbfounded by the face he finds before him. ]
Ah, mademoiselle—
[ His gaze is unfocused as he struggles to prop himself up once more, just barely managing to stay upright in his chair. He’s clearly had more than enough to drink today, but he smiles regardless. ]
Mademoiselle, forgive me. For a moment, I felt as though I was back home and in the company of my old friends. Dear, old friends, and I mistook you for one of them in my imprudence. You neither look nor sound like Lesgle, which is lucky for you as he was a deeply unlucky fellow.
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Away with you, Aigle de Meaux, unless you intend to refill my cup.
[ Without looking, he pushes his empty glass to the edge of the table, though not with enough force to send it crashing to the floor. As he reaches up to push the disheveled mass of curls from his eyes, he blinks, dumbfounded by the face he finds before him. ]
Ah, mademoiselle—
[ His gaze is unfocused as he struggles to prop himself up once more, just barely managing to stay upright in his chair. He’s clearly had more than enough to drink today, but he smiles regardless. ]
Mademoiselle, forgive me. For a moment, I felt as though I was back home and in the company of my old friends. Dear, old friends, and I mistook you for one of them in my imprudence. You neither look nor sound like Lesgle, which is lucky for you as he was a deeply unlucky fellow.