[ A little from column a, a little from column b. He's had quite a bit more to drink than absolutely necessary, but that's how he has chosen to deal with his current predicament. When Dorian leans away, Rowan is - drunk as he may be - polite enough not to invade his personal space any more than he already has. Which isn't to say he's moving away from him at all; just... not leaning in closer. ]
Fair enough. [ The rejection is met with a grin and a languid shrug of his shoulders, the arm not currently hooked around Dorian taking another long pull from the tankard. It's after this that Rowan gets a good look at his newest companion. ]
You're not nearly orange enough to be a local. Are you from the fleet? [ Still sounds weird saying that. What with the spaceships and all. But whatever. ]
dont tell him how to live
Fair enough. [ The rejection is met with a grin and a languid shrug of his shoulders, the arm not currently hooked around Dorian taking another long pull from the tankard. It's after this that Rowan gets a good look at his newest companion. ]
You're not nearly orange enough to be a local. Are you from the fleet? [ Still sounds weird saying that. What with the spaceships and all. But whatever. ]