[ After the whole kerfuffle with the cocktail roulette, Six has become a lot more wary about any drinks freely offered in this place. He's refused just about every attempt the merman behind the counter has done when it comes to giving him a drink, but this one is persistent— that is, until a particular Hound comes bumbling down his way.
He's saved, or so he thinks. His ears perk up at his words. ]
Old man? [ He's definitely not an old man. Far from it. ] Do you mean this person?
b, ii.
He's saved, or so he thinks. His ears perk up at his words. ]
Old man? [ He's definitely not an old man. Far from it. ] Do you mean this person?
[ He points at the merman serving drinks. ]