[ When the crowd has cleared and and their laughter has died away, Grantaire blink up at Richie once more. It takes more than a moment for the other man’s words to take on any clear meaning. It isn’t difficult to see that this poor drunken fool has had entirely too much tonight and would still drink another man’s share if given the opportunity. ]

The wine was fair, but I found the company to be lacking.

[ He admits, inclining his head. It nearly throws him off balance entirely. God, this sad sack of shit… ]

Which is to say there was little, none of it familiar to me, and none of it quite as I am used to. But the wine was a fine vintage. I have few complaints.

[ He blinks slowly once more, as though to steady himself and to clear his mind after that short rant, and reaches up to touch his cheek in mirror of Richie’s demonstration, looking puzzled. ]

Monsieur, I am aware that I’ve not had a shave in some time.