[That is certainly a greeting, and apparently "dapper" was a way better assessment of the guy than Adam had initially expected. The voice, the book's subject material, and this talk about dwarves and great houses is starting to come off very high fantasy to him. Can't really treat it as fiction anymore though, can he? Not when Lord Dorian Pavus himself is standing right there in front of him, looking fit to invite him to the cotillion.
Cotillions are way outside his wheelhouse, though– and so he just kind of gives an awkwardly stiff nod to Dorian's bow, not knowing how else he's supposed to respond to that (doesn't matter, whiskey will solve this problem.)]
To neither of us having to lose an arm.
[Adam's never been great at toasts, and the irony of that one in particular definitely doesn't escape him. No matter how closely the sculpt of his arms mimic real human musculature, there's no mistaking the black metal and mesh polymers for anything but.
He knocks the drink back, grimace becoming all the more pronounced for it. A pause.] Sorry if this sounds insensitive. But you're talking about... Dwarves, right? Short, bearded guys who sing songs and mine all day?
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Cotillions are way outside his wheelhouse, though– and so he just kind of gives an awkwardly stiff nod to Dorian's bow, not knowing how else he's supposed to respond to that (doesn't matter, whiskey will solve this problem.)]
To neither of us having to lose an arm.
[Adam's never been great at toasts, and the irony of that one in particular definitely doesn't escape him. No matter how closely the sculpt of his arms mimic real human musculature, there's no mistaking the black metal and mesh polymers for anything but.
He knocks the drink back, grimace becoming all the more pronounced for it. A pause.] Sorry if this sounds insensitive. But you're talking about... Dwarves, right? Short, bearded guys who sing songs and mine all day?