[Dormouse doesn't have enough of a bite to start a bar fight - or rather, the stakes would have to be much higher, much more specific, to motivate him into physical violence. He only wants to drink in peace, maybe have some light conversation to go with it. There's no trouble to worry about from him.
He leans his chin on his hand when the man moves next to him, that smile never leaving his face.] Guess I'll have to decide that, huh? [A chuckle, and then a shrug as Dormouse straightens out, moves to fold his arms on top of the bar instead.] I'd like to think so. You looking for someone, 'I am'?
[The smile's empty, a placating expression, but his eyes are sharp - this guy's not the first one to approach him with these kinds of questions, after all. He knows what's going on here.]
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He leans his chin on his hand when the man moves next to him, that smile never leaving his face.] Guess I'll have to decide that, huh? [A chuckle, and then a shrug as Dormouse straightens out, moves to fold his arms on top of the bar instead.] I'd like to think so. You looking for someone, 'I am'?
[The smile's empty, a placating expression, but his eyes are sharp - this guy's not the first one to approach him with these kinds of questions, after all. He knows what's going on here.]