[Midway through tugging out the funnel and reaching for their plan's penultimate component, oh Astarion lets out such a haughty little— hah!]
Anybody could run this place, and Zevlor likes it besides. [His chin lifts higher, and he puts the bottle's cork back in before clasping both of Fenris' hands over it (because he's strong), and his own atop them after that, ready to cooperatively bear down without— hopefully— sending the mangled bottle of sherry skyrocketing out into the belly of the cabaret itself at full, unhinged throttle.
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Anybody could run this place, and Zevlor likes it besides. [His chin lifts higher, and he puts the bottle's cork back in before clasping both of Fenris' hands over it (because he's strong), and his own atop them after that, ready to cooperatively bear down without— hopefully— sending the mangled bottle of sherry skyrocketing out into the belly of the cabaret itself at full, unhinged throttle.
Wing and a prayer.
Moreover, however:]
I'm going to be a diamond.