[ Grantaire merely blinks up at him, struggling to find what it was that he said to earn such a response. As far as he can recall, he only said he truth. It takes him only a moment to concede, however, and he struggles to his feet. ]

I would sooner stay here and enjoy another glass, but leave, leave if we must. If you wish to return me home, I do not live in Olympia.

[ He sways dangerously, and barely halfway steadies himself with the back of the chair he was previously sitting in. If it wasn’t clear before, he is very, very drunk. ]

I walked here from Wyver. It was quite a long journey.