Adjutor looks at the man for a moment, then down at the cocktails arrayed before him, then back at the man. Shrugging, he reaches down for a suitably large glass and, upon finding a pint glass and deciding that it'll have to do, fills it up from the sole ale tap in the bar. Setting it down, he takes a moment to Reinforce it, just in case, before more tendrils burst from his hand and grab the glass before maneuvering it over to the pirate.
"If you're up for stories, I suppose I could volunteer a few," Adjutor admits with a shrug, "I must admit to coming from drier circumstances than you, but there's nothing that says the tales of the land can't be as interesting as those of the seas."
By the way, judging by the girl's choice of drink and apparent nonchalance about her current attire, to say nothing of her reaction to those two...three, I'd say we might have gotten off on the wrong foot with our introduction.
You know, your advice would be a lot easier to stomach if you didn't sound so damn high and mighty about it.
It would be a lot easier to not sound so high and mighty if you didn't keep on making rookie mistakes.
"Also, before I forget, I would like to apologize for the...bluntness with which I spoke earlier," Adjutor says, "I simply wanted to answer your question to the best of my ability."
Do you have to sound so damn formal?
Weren't you of noble blood before you got shoved in me?
That has nothing to do with this situation. Fuck it, wake me up when it's over.