[Adam's not an easy guy to embarrass, but the teasing gets him to look away all the same. A normal person would probably blush, but he doesn't really look like he's blushed a moment in his life.]
I think I'd have to work on my bedside manner first. [Wry as ever. He focuses his attention on the glass he's holding instead, other hand resting in the crook of his arm.
The stemware's delicate – much more so than the squat lowball glass he'd swiped from the bar earlier – and it requires that much more care to make sure he doesn't accidentally snap it in two in his hand...And there it is, he notices now: a small spider's web of cracks in the thin glass where his fingers grasp it. Must've happened when he was distracted (by different glass, ironically enough.)
A faint look of frustration passes over his face, quickly stifled. How to manage the pressure his fingers exert had been one of the tougher things for him to learn during his recovery, and (although he's gotten much better at it in the past couple of months) his particular model of prosthetic wasn't exactly designed with a soft touch in mind.]
Anyway, I can drink to that. To temporary afflictions.
[And with that, he raises his glass with a slight nod at Dorian before downing the rest of its contents in one go. With any luck, the damage is less noticeable without any of the wine in it.]
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I think I'd have to work on my bedside manner first. [Wry as ever. He focuses his attention on the glass he's holding instead, other hand resting in the crook of his arm.
The stemware's delicate – much more so than the squat lowball glass he'd swiped from the bar earlier – and it requires that much more care to make sure he doesn't accidentally snap it in two in his hand...And there it is, he notices now: a small spider's web of cracks in the thin glass where his fingers grasp it. Must've happened when he was distracted (by different glass, ironically enough.)
A faint look of frustration passes over his face, quickly stifled. How to manage the pressure his fingers exert had been one of the tougher things for him to learn during his recovery, and (although he's gotten much better at it in the past couple of months) his particular model of prosthetic wasn't exactly designed with a soft touch in mind.]
Anyway, I can drink to that. To temporary afflictions.
[And with that, he raises his glass with a slight nod at Dorian before downing the rest of its contents in one go. With any luck, the damage is less noticeable without any of the wine in it.]