private to Bull;

[tevinteriscoming]

[After the trial lets out, he's tired, but not ready to go back to his room and fall asleep. Instead, he takes his several bottles of wine left over from ordering at the trial and will go find a place to drink in privacy. Before he departs, he notices Bull, and considers maybe speaking to him - but, instead, cheerily suggests he might be amenable to sharing a bottle, and then leaves without telling Bull where he'll actually be.

The place he winds up in is the chapel. Why not, it's quiet, and no one is in here, and the idea of it tickles his subversive streak.

It's decent enough wine but he didn't get any cups, so he's drinking straight out of the bottle as he lounges on one of the pews.]

Comments

[tevinteriscoming]

[Raising an eyebrow.]

I should hope so. [Since it's of no use to you on your own.]

[qundercover]

[ You're getting an offer of a direct line to information from a literal spy, and you're not even a little grateful. You're welcome, Dorian!!!!]

Only because we're friends.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Yeah, but you were being shady about it, offering to pass on mage related information. He had just assumed they were obviously sharing information from the get go. But that's a lot better.]

Oh, are we? I must have missed the announcement.

[qundercover]

Oh, sorry. You want an official announcement?

[Enemy of my enemy and all. Holding out his bottle.]

To friends.

[tevinteriscoming]

[Well, obviously he's supposed to be an asshole about this, but he smiles a little despite himself, and his cover is blown. Nothing for it, sighing resignedly.]

I suppose I've had worse friends. Well. A few, at least.

[Clinking his bottle against it!]