[ As he's lead through he looks around, his eye one for details. A house this large and with furnishing like that makes him wonder if Diluc doesn't live alone. The question is, in fact, brazenly on the tip of his tongue but Diluc offers drink options. How polite of him! Bricks cuts himself off with a sharp inhale before he gets the chance. Probably for the better. He takes a seat and folds his hands neatly over the table.
Tea, he almost reflexively says, but something stronger suggests, well, something alcoholic. Should he?
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Tea, he almost reflexively says, but something stronger suggests, well, something alcoholic. Should he?
...He wants to find out. ]
The latter, please. Thank you. Host's choice.