he was unsure what drove his words. normally he wasn’t half as candid in his admiration - not in words at least, certainly it was obvious in his actions. alcohol would seem like a viable impetus if he wasn’t sure he hadn’t drank anything more than a glass of wine at lunch. ❝ no sir. ❞ pierre’s smile was minuscule, crooked from the scar running across his mouth, and he stared down towards his feet with hands wringing behind his back. it was nigh impossible not to be bashful when standing in front of napoleon. to be even tepidly entertained by him like a child begging for attention, he thought, was an honor he did not deserve. ❝ i do not drink unless at a meal, and i know who i am talking about. ❞

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