[He's all comfortable swagger as he makes his way to the far side of the desk. The spyglass is jammed between a stack of charts and a compass to keep it from rolling. Without sitting there in the waiting high backed chair, Flint fetches up the bottle and uncorks it with a low hollow pop. He doses both glasses with a tar dark liquor, cinnamon and cane sugar and strong enough that the smell alone might strip paint.
no subject
[He's all comfortable swagger as he makes his way to the far side of the desk. The spyglass is jammed between a stack of charts and a compass to keep it from rolling. Without sitting there in the waiting high backed chair, Flint fetches up the bottle and uncorks it with a low hollow pop. He doses both glasses with a tar dark liquor, cinnamon and cane sugar and strong enough that the smell alone might strip paint.
Flint doesn't bother to replace the cork.]
Any second thoughts?
[Byerly had led with 'First--.]