Eh. Five, four, two, eight... like I said, I wasn't counting. It's a wild stab in the dark... like Castiel's sex life.
[He studies his fingernails, because they're even more interesting than he is subtle. Shhh. He doesn't care about anyone. Everyone knows this. It is fact.]
Frankly, I've been on worse benders. And you don't have a penis drawn on your forehead in magic marker, and you still have both eyebrows, so really you've got nothing to complain about, compared to a stag fortnight with the Greco-Romans. [Beat.] You are as intact as you ever were, oui? I counted four limbs, but I'm reasonably certain that's the number you started off with, so...
[Aware that he's completely failing at pretending not to care, he makes a noise like a grumpy cat, and gets up.]
I'll put the kettle on. Balthazar, I assume you want tea - I always assume you want tea, it's the accent - Anna, coffee? Cocoa? Cocaine?
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[He studies his fingernails, because they're even more interesting than he is subtle. Shhh. He doesn't care about anyone. Everyone knows this. It is fact.]
Frankly, I've been on worse benders. And you don't have a penis drawn on your forehead in magic marker, and you still have both eyebrows, so really you've got nothing to complain about, compared to a stag fortnight with the Greco-Romans. [Beat.] You are as intact as you ever were, oui? I counted four limbs, but I'm reasonably certain that's the number you started off with, so...
[Aware that he's completely failing at pretending not to care, he makes a noise like a grumpy cat, and gets up.]
I'll put the kettle on. Balthazar, I assume you want tea - I always assume you want tea, it's the accent - Anna, coffee? Cocoa? Cocaine?