Jon lifts his eyebrows at her response and then clears his throat, gesturing toward the bar as he gives a nod.
"To the drink. Not to the right hook. I'll wear it should they bring it again." He doesn't want anyone putting themselves at risk with the demons because of his own uncomfortable feeling about being voted king. He hasn't fought them physically himself because he knows it would only cause more trouble, and it's not worth it.
He starts to walk toward the bar, keeping in pace with her.
"You said you understood?"
What it was like to have titles. She said it with the kind of sincerity that made him wonder if she has her own experience with it.
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"To the drink. Not to the right hook. I'll wear it should they bring it again." He doesn't want anyone putting themselves at risk with the demons because of his own uncomfortable feeling about being voted king. He hasn't fought them physically himself because he knows it would only cause more trouble, and it's not worth it.
He starts to walk toward the bar, keeping in pace with her.
"You said you understood?"
What it was like to have titles. She said it with the kind of sincerity that made him wonder if she has her own experience with it.